Green Light
[ Issue 27 ]

Green Light

Bet Briggs' poem Green Light dings of Spring's arrival, and with it "a tender green".

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Green Light — Bet Briggs

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Trees close to my window
shine a tender green:
it is the green of Spring
like no other.

Summer sun and wind may
burn the tenderness,
the gloss may dull to brown
like worn leather.

Too soon then is wonder
gone, too brief the sight.
Yet there is a lasting
joy to gather:

sun in Spring is kinder,
green comes from its light
and light that lives deep in the green
will not wither.