What Green Appears to Think

The Soul of Green prevails in Winter –

twining up in elegance: unseen by most,

perhaps, except in dreams, but still the soul

of everything. Spring is just as strong a thing

as Fall: Winter is to Summer what a bat is

to a ball: a sporting business all in all.

So why does Green seem sad today?

Intransigently frozen January can’t be what

disturbs it. January is its sibling: so are all

the other incremental phases of their seamless

cosmic unity. But Green appears to think

that it no longer can sustain it with impunity.

Something won’t go well this time around.

Something vital will be swept away, some

unsound illness will be found too virulent

for Green to bear. What could have the power

to destroy it? What force will have deployed it?

Green seems to think we can’t avoid it.

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