For you are green, my love, <br />like trees in springtime, out come your buds <br />and soon the leaves and blossoms. Some smell sweet <br />and others far too far above our heads to know <br />if what we see have scents the breezes blow <br />into God’s nostrils as a pleasing odor. <br /> <br />Look, I am here, my love, <br />like grass the year round, sometimes worn down <br />by careless feet, but springing up anew <br />and spreading roots deep in our neglected lawn, <br />where if I wait, the blossoms fall upon <br />the cornerstone, reigning under the trees.<br /><br />Linda Hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-you-are-green/
