We Call It Green
We call it green,
The way the leaf makes its own
nourishment, revealing to the world
what light looks like when borrowed
to make living things grow;
And the way that trees canvas the slopes
of mountains, their bark covered in
lichens that sit eternal, silent,
and shroud the forest with mist
that hovers every morning;
And the way that moss blooms on rocks
under streams, and how meadows
explode with grass and flowers,
the tint of the earth that meets the eye
high up, orbiting among the stars;
And the way the buds arrive like baby babble
on branches in spring, emerging from
the new rings within the trunk, with its
stubborn resistance to austerity, eager
to begin their lives anew but never quite
finished mourning the life that came before;
And the way life retreats in autumn,
verdure going the way of the harvest,
entering the storehouse for the winter,
the leaves lighting themselves aflame
and yielding the hues they borrowed.
But now, everything sleeps – all is quiet.
For some souls this rest is a rehearsal
for a more distant end, while others have
met their true end in the chill of hoarfrost.
Because life, like the leaf’s light, is only
borrowed, and its opposite will always follow–
The cycle, the clock, the leaf within
The march of time, the breath that
Animates the rise and fall of the earth
And all that lives within it…
We call it green.
About the Creator
Teddy MacQuarrie
A recent transplant to Seattle from Texas, Teddy is a longtime writer and poet whose interests span film, food, philosophy, and the things that make us go "huh?"
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