Green, green, green.
So much green.
Of all shades, from pale mint to deep emerald.
It’s astonishing how many variations of this color exist and are placed on the vast canvas before me.
I stare at the painting as others push their way around me, trying to decipher the artist’s intent.
A meaning has to lie beneath the surface! One always exists. Even if it’s not immediately apparent.
But all I can fixate on are brush-stroked green forms.
Bushes, grass, trees, vines, leaves, moss.
Each is ready to spring to life off the page.
And lure me into their world.
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Comments (6)
Truly appreciate this poetic tribute to the season and my favourite colour!
Beautiful piece. Can't wait for Spring.
I love this! My daughter just left to college this year and green is her favorite color! Beautiful descriptive writing.
Wonderfully written & love the green and greening of Spring!!!💕♥️♥️
Lol I love green! Well written!
Fantastic!!! Love it!!!💞💕💗💖👍