GREEN

As I lay in the field of green grass,

 I relax and dream.

As the green shades change,

 I remember the cabbage rolls

that grandma made.

The aroma crept out of the house,

traveling to the green motel

 that grandma & grandpa ran.

I see the green of the algae

 on the water in the cove

 where I first learned to fish,

With it’s calmness and serenity,

 and anticipation.

I ponder the green skin

 from the numerous fading bruises

And am reminded that green

 is the color of jealousy, too.

I feel the fear when the sky turns green

 when A tornado is near.

Or, I just lay wrapped in my green comforter,

lazy and carefree,

and dream of green, grassy fields.