when I look at green
I feel loved.
the shades in ripples which
lasso the light
all foreground
a prophecy

when I look at dark
I feel held.
Just to see is evidence
of gravity even
fractures of leaf
in buoyancy

to see the focal point
of forest
makes a love to my eye
that bonds my soul
as do lips to hair’s nape
a dream as

chartreuse reaches
it’s fronds toward me.