L-ilacs, pink roses, plum tulips, and red daisies.
I-t's essential to sniff them, before they are gone;
F-or the fun lives are enjoying orange sunshine!
E-ver since birth, green has been everywhere.
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
......
When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
......
They paddle with staccato feet
In powder-pools of sunlight,
Small blue busybodies
Strutting like fat gentlemen
With hands clasped
Under their swallowtail coats;
And, as they stump about,
Their heads like tiny hammers
Tap at imaginary nails
In non-existent walls.
......
They sent me a salwar kameez
&nb sp; peacock-blue,
& nbsp; and another
glistening like an orange split open,
embossed slippers, gold and black
&nbs p; points curling.
Candy-striped glass bangles
&n bsp; snapped, drew blood.
Like at school, fashions changed
&n bsp; in Pakistan -
......
Green
has graced
everything.
Tulips tango,
Red cardinals sing.
Come down to the hued fields
where the grape hyacinths bloom;
and the yellow daffodils smile.
We'll greet exhilarating, fresh thrills,
when apricot sun climbs over the hills.
......
L-ilacs, pink roses, plum tulips, and red daisies.
I-t's essential to sniff them, before they are gone;
F-or the fun lives are enjoying orange sunshine!
E-ver since birth, green has been everywhere.
Cool waves and green foam
Zest in crisp morning breezes
Pink clouds float along
Sunrise splash into gold sun
Chill thrills before day's begun.
Yellow-orange zing
A stroll in warmth since the dip
Blooms on green catwalks
Stained skies are fading to blue
......
I was quite the cunning magician, famed for my illusions and sleight of hand,
Like cool tricks that jade green nature plays, that often we don't understand.
Days were filled with wonder and enchantment, like purple, star aster fields;
And the wonder of a coral, orange and red sunset, after a day of teal thrills!
The tradition of magic goes back centuries, as we frequently favor familiarity,
As sizzling sun follows the same golden path, amidst a pink peony prosperity.
Beside flower fields of blueberry fortune, friends in fashionable hats flaunted,
......
butterfly in blue
wafting skies we always knew
in orange-gold sun
redbirds sing farewell
a warm hour of green flowers
when still wind listens
to meadows and woods
minty lanes where beauty hides
......