Call me, I have emerald eyes
Watching the pink lilacs blooming
Under the glossy silver sky
Green buds are preening & swooning
Red flowerettes bloom - a marvel
Call me, I have emerald eyes
Brimming with spring steps so cheerful
Without wiles, witchweeds or guises
I scatter seeds, saplings arise
Under the bright sun's long hours
Call me, I have emerald eyes
Tying colorful wildflowers
Gathering pinecones, I pen words
Under maple tree, sweet as pie
This is where I'll be - heeding birds
Calling me with emerald eyes
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub- Poetry Form is Quatern. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
