Monday WRites 145

[ i used 3 images from the internet to form today's mosaic]

GREEN PASTURES
Green arcs of mountains picture a landscape
Where festivals colour minds of jagged peaks
When the baby in the manger grew up,
There on a cross at Calvary bled he and died;
And the bells of baptist shouters ring out
Melodies of prophecy
A shamrock toting saint preaches of God
In personality three, yet one
And all that is green flourish in seasons
Sometimes hidden sometimes seen
GREEN PASTURES © gillena cox 2018

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St Patrick Day is features this week; Saturday, 17 March
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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #145, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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REVISIT
12 March 2016

505

HEARTS OF GREEN
i colour my heart green for love
of Planet Earth where trees leaf
in chlorophyll choirs high above
bird song painting greyscale dawn
lifting sleepy hearts green for love

offerings steep newness and option
tweeting songs shrill and somber of
cathedrals sanctifying daylight hours
azure to sky emerald to ocean thereof
wishing peace and every harmonic hue
i'll wear my heart colour green for love
HEARTS OF GREEN © gillena cox 2018

NOTE
Green Hearts Bring People Together



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The Tuesday Platform
Sanaa is prompting

REVISIT
13 Feb 2017
13 Feb 2016
13 Feb 2015

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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

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