the marriage of earth and heaven
conjoined by ropes of low-lying clouds
azure skies caress smooth green cheeks
of rolling hills.
i dream once more of aqua kisses,
taste summer spice.
stop! listen to rustling leaves.
warm winds carve swaths in trees
for night stars to peek through at midnight.
Our hostess for dVerse Quadrille Monday is Grace and we all would love to see your poem of exactly 44 words, using the word, GREEN. Wide open opportunity–jump on in.