as green granny smith.
and sometimes a froggy.
ocean azul turquoise
laced around my neck, pretty.
shamrocks emerald isle green
james joyce, witty.
green with envy.
not contempt. i am green
not yet ripe.
nor do i want to be yet.
i don't want to fall from the tree, i want to breathe in all this life i am learning in.
pull in the water and the soil and the moisture, feel the nutrients up from the ground.
i want to feel the breeze play across my green skin
and the drops of dew drip across me from the shaded green leaves
and tawny stemmed branches leaves hoisting me
up to all that learning and ripening i yearn to do.
i am green. not quite ripe. nor do i want to be yet.