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rich tone painting
green parading in nature as a multitude
tints, hues, opacities, intensities
pigments, stains, tinctures from near yellow
chartreuse, citron, pistachio, smalt, terre-verte
to glistenings of aqua, azure, woad, indigo, zaffer
each tree its own patterns of shadow
and brilliance, each blade of grass
a whisper that dares to join the chorus
of field, meadow, link or lawn
to name them all – impossible, but
oh, the fun of trying!
emerald, olive, avocado, jade, lime, bottle, sea…
of many greens
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren awed when driving to the Pacific coast
so many intensities and hues of green
lime, jade, khaki, sea, bottle, emerald
pale near white, sickly gray
greens barely lifting from yellow; and those leaning hard on blue
jubilant greens with silver bellies flashing joy in the caress of the wind
tall, stately, haunting forest greens
mocking takeover blackberry leaves
with stems of thorns bruising black and pricking red to mimic ripening fruit
tender blades, fragile with new spring
tough corn husks, tanned brown to protect luscious yellow kernels
summer-suffering dirty, gray-brown
greens begging for autumn rains
evergreens dotting fields of snow
promising myriad greens if the rolling seasons continue to come
Forest Grove to Lincoln City