Changing from white to green

After a marvellously restful winter holiday week in the mountains where everything everywhere was white with snow that fell in two bouts of thirty six hour non stop flurries, the train brought us to Zurich where it is dull and green. That set my mind on another journey of thought.

Thinking in Green 

When I think of green I think of

My Sunday run over the grassy downs

A peaceful scene where sheep graze

And of mournful Red Kite sounds  

When I think of green I think of 

The sea and how the movement drifts

Restless pulsing power of the water

And of the ever changing light shifts 

When I think of green I think of

Spring and tiniest flower shoots

That can push through solid concrete

And yet still be crushed by boots 

When I think of green I think of

Summer fronds of the weeping willow

Gentle floating on the slightest breeze

Yet holds firm in harsh wind billow 

When I think of green I think of

Of blue paint with yellow mixed

Two defiantly different shades

Show opinions should not be fixed 

When I think of green I think of

A glass cross I wear around my neck

The colour of faith in my mind

A reminder to my behaviour check