I’ve really been loving greens lately,
Sage green to be specific.
Something about sage just rests a blanket of
peace on my soul.
Even the sound of her name brings peace.
Saying her name alone is a sacred act of purification. Sage.
It’s a peaceful green, the shade of sage.
Not too saturated, not too dull.
Not too light, not too dark.
Sage reminds me of a tranquil forest.
Towering trees, sedating leaves.
The perfect place for a peaceful picnic,
Be it with a lover or a lovely friend.
Where you can sit and smell the sweet scent of the greenery.
The mellow musk of leaves and pine.
Where dwells a delicate veil of fog.
Not so much to elicit fear.
Just enough so when the sun shines through the trees
you can see the sunbeams – reaching.
Reaching to touch the forest floor,
To kiss the feet of Mother Earth.
To praise her for what she has made
and give her light for a new birth.
But I digress. I’ve left the stage
Where I stood praising the name of sage.
Sage. The sound of a rushing river. Sage.
The sound of a storm in the trees.
Sage. The smell of freshly cut grass.
Sage. The smell of Autumn leaves.
Sage. The taste of milk and honey.
Sage. The taste of matcha green tea.
Sage. The sensation of the wind on your skin.
Sage. The soft shade of serenity.
Remember when I said I was taking a poetry writing college course and I would post my poems from that class here? Well that was (over) a year ago. Here is the first poem. The prompt was to write about a color, and I chose sage green since I was (and admittedly still am) obsessed with this color. I hope this poem brings you a sense of serenity as you continue to scroll.
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