The three of Clover

GREEN

Simplicity encoils my bones

yet I am more complex

than the system of roots down below.

The meadows call my name,

the woods, just the same.

I am a bud,

fighting to sprout

to spread my leaves wide

but-

years spent in inertia

has left me green behind the ears-

has left me sunless

unable to grow.

[GREY]

Charcoal; stone

Grey; bones

This city of cement

is keeping me caged

when I yearn to be engaged.

What little my heart can bear

turns to dust

from the coldness of this air.

Voices are too loud-

my ears scream for silence.

Silence, in the serene darkness,

in the stillness of the forest.

***

The sun blazes outside

my heart yearns for the Spring rain-

for thunderous cries

and heavy skies.

The peace before the storm,

the quiet after the swarm.

[BLUE]

A shell of a person

I try to find myself-

constantly molding my shape

to fit in with my peers.

Though, when I awake

I remember I am a wave-

forceful in my opinions,

relentless in my beliefs.

I remember, and do not let my blues

get engulfed by other peoples truths.