Here in downtown Boston, it is sunny and the temperature is currently 61 degrees Fahrenheit, and there is not much green to be seen out my window...though I may head out for a walk on the Common soon...
Today's shade of green near Peg's house in Medford this morning, however, was a damp, broccoli hue shaded over with shadows and tints of pale lilac, gold and pink columbines, white azaleas, cloyingly-sweet lavender wisteria, and grapey purple irises...not to mention the lilies of the valley, a tiny crystal vase of which lent their faery-like fragrance to her dreams last night...

can't wait for my pink and white roses, antique varieties which smell of Bulgarian meadowns and English gardens, bloom next week...and grasshopper, you and me both can wait for those lawnmowers! All this rain seems to bring 'em out in noisy swarms...

hmm, new thread idea: color of the day?

also, since we are talking of it, here is a recent poem which is gonna appear in Obsidian magazine this summer...

Peg

Green

Green is the rainbow's peacemaker
Green is an apple at puberty
Green is Scotland's jealousy of Ireland
Green grows the laurel near my true love's grave
Green dries grey on black blue jeans
Green the nomad's dream of food
Green the hippie harlot's eyeshadow
Green the heady cordial of ambassadors
Green the crown jewels of frog princes
Green the breath of the cheese purveyor
Green is alive
Green is Merlin's favorite colour
Green hoards the knowledge of trees
Green is white on acid
Green stink the fetid lakes of childhood
Green glows a dryad's unholy arousal
Green has a closet full of tweed jackets with leather patches on the elbows
Green brought plague to the streets of London
Green hedges its bets with November
Green lubricates the box of crayons
Green equivocates with Pan
Green is the twinkle in the eye of a mushroom