What Shades Are Our Fields?




What Shades Are Our Fields?



A stereo shock of ruffians,

taking advantage of discontent,

inciting jealousy.  

A person in debt,

tendering a notable beg.

Green stands unsophisticated

for these characters.


The meddlesome slither

through grass,

of an emerald serpent

as light green lizards run for safety.

Within these same forests are

needy new shoots under a green cheese moon,

ribbed plants 

offering lively camouflage

abutting dirt paths.

A medley of foliage resting on the ground,

each leaf that fails to hold onto the tree

is carrying eternity within it.


As sure as God made little green apples,

our grassy fates on each side of the fence

tell us how seasoned we are.


Linda Imbler


Linda Imbler is the author of seven paperback poetry collections and four e-book collections (Soma Publishing.) This writer lives in Wichita, Kansas with her husband, Mike the Luthier, several quite intelligent saltwater fish, and an ever-growing family of gorgeous guitars. Learn more at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com. 


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