Sunday, March 6, 2016


[image from google dot com]

The mountains hid behind the mist
While worms wiggled, wet the earth,
Moist the delight of leaves and stems

Pitter patter, the memories flowed
Through streams of childhood stares,
Bare of shirts, the backs of boys frolic

Jumping, running, screaming their fun;
Which girls, never could have back then;
How horrid boys can be, in their world

So carefree, loud, and most times muddy
But the mountains hid, not because of
Their games; the mountains hid to spruce

The green of vegetative hues, to dazzle
When the sunlight returned, thereabout
GREEN HUES © gillena cox 2016

Written For
Prompt Nights – When besotted with Green [8]