
Yesterday I read Sally Donnelly’s post about choosing a color to represent this time. She quoted an artist who represented the 9/11 tragedy with the color blue. Read her post here.
I started thinking about the color I would pick, and it has to be green. This is the time of year when green appears in all its amazing shades in my backyard. The cypress trees are bursting with a bright neon green.

Live oak trees lose their leaves in the spring as new leaves emerge.

I am passing my stay-at-home time on my back deck, listening to wind chimes and watching for the occasional boat. And sometimes a poem comes. Using Irene Latham’s prompt from Laura Shovan’s #Waterpoemproject, I wrote this quick ditty.
Bayou Side
Buzzing
Hovering
Fat hungry bumblebeeRoaring
Speeding
Wave-jumping motor boatPaddling
Parting
Water-whispering canoeSparkling
Margaret Simon, draft
Greening
Spring-loving cypress trees
