Color in a picture is like enthusiasm in life.
– Vincent van Gogh
I plunge my script pen into green ink:
Chlorophyll flows through my veins
and tints each sentence. In sunlight
I photosynthesize. Fertility. Freshness.
Vincent brushed “Roses” in hues of
moss, lime, and olive greens. I recall
an olive grove two millennia ago.
I build Oz’s Emerald City
facet by facet.
Why do I see you through green eyes?
The writer has written secular and sacred verse for many decades. He’s appeared in Third Wednesday, THEMA, Prairie Messenger, The Christian Century, The Merton Seasonal, The Raven’s Perch, Kakalak, and forthcoming, The Orchards Poetry Journal. He is a septuagenarian, happily married, “Poppy” to two granddaughters, and volunteers at a prison camp. He is at petercvenable.wordpress.com