GREEN HUES
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
Prompt Nights – When besotted with Green [8]
