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A growing appreciation of grey, by Britta Benson

Picture credit: Britta Benson

This poem is my response to the writing prompt ‘Green’ on The Procrastinators. Here’s the link to the prompt post:

A growing appreciation of grey

I never cared much about green.
Wanted it greener,
like that infamous grass
on the other side,
pastures new,
out of bounds,
out of bite
and still always, 
always within sight!
Lands of nearly, nearly.
Almost there.

my green,
seemed lacklustre,
cold blooded,
faint hearted,
in dire need of repair.

Isn’t it strange
how colours change
over the course of a life?
My soft autumn hair 
turns wintery, wirery,
a little more unpredictable
every day.
I see my world through glasses.
Portholes to even older souls.
My here and now green 
looks surprisingly fresh.
I guess,
I experience a luscious miracle:
A growing appreciation of grey.


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