Green
is the sound of the wind in the marram grass,
the flash of the sun on a kingfisher’s wing.
Green is the peppery taste of sweet basil,
the gem that’s a promise of love in my ring.
Green is the lichen mouldering the gravestone,
obscuring for ever whatever has been.
© Gill Dunstan
All rights reserved
the flash of the sun on a kingfisher’s wing.
Green is the peppery taste of sweet basil,
the gem that’s a promise of love in my ring.
Green is the lichen mouldering the gravestone,
obscuring for ever whatever has been.
© Gill Dunstan
All rights reserved
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