In Green, There Is Blue

In hills, there is sand

In rivers, there are tides

.

In thought, there's prayer

In heart, there's hope

In blood, there are roads

In your blood, there are sun dappled trails

.

There are books of script

and songs from past

there are footprints on the moon

and crushed chips beside the pool

.

There is melancholy in memory

(where we set this easel)

.

There are teacups

and hugs

and cases of luggage

crammed in the closets

.

There are beams of greeting in evening meetings

There are wild cajoling voices

rejoicing

.

and there are moments, too

soft and true as milkweed

and morning dew

for remembrances

.

For taking in this twilight as it passes

for marking these hills with granite

for salting the earth with tears

and for embracing a lone

daffodil

.

In glass, there is lightning

In crying, there is home

.

In silence, there is pause

In caring, there is loss

In green, there is blue

as there are parents in you

.

2019