Word-bound, I watch the coming winter
haunt the garden, eager to paint it silver.
I count the rags of blue sky overhead,
topped with grumbling thunderheads,
savour the smell of rich black earth, the gleam
of gold and lemon, not quite drowning out the green.
Trees drip with limpid air this green-gold morning
like words from my poetic pen, a warning
to the spectre of winter that, whatever his palette,
I will find a hint of green to thwart the manic.
Kim M. Russell, 2nd November 2020
Brendan says, for this week’s challenge, he thought it wise to stay humble and close to the earth while the United (really?) States descends into election-day madness. At the same time, here in the United (not so sure about that) Kingdom, we are heading for another national lockdown.
While the mad orange dictator plans to endanger the planet even more by taking the United States out of the Paris Climate Accord on Nov. 4 and attempting to rip up the Endangered Species Act, we are trying to stay sane by writing about the things that steady and balance our minds and how we keep it green.