Green Foothills

I want to be green so I can live again,

no more wintry mix,

harshness, sleet,

cold drizzle,

thawing. Fake smile.

I need the summer rain,

to wash me, empower me,

infusing, arms out,

head back, twirling,

drinking it all in. Grateful.

The sun flooding my soul,


bringing me back to life,

cemetery destroyed,


rainbows in my mind,

sparking creativity.

I want to grow, and be alive.


Cat Tails

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

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