Pale Green
The color of a Luna Moth's wings at night, as it flutters on a soft breeze, under the brightly shining stars.
The color of lichen growing on rocks, resilient in the most barren places, finding a way to survive.
Pale Green
Like Moonlight, shining against the leaves of a tree.
It reminds me to create my own little fantasies, and to wonder;
But most importantly, it reminds me to dream.
A day as grey as
the clouds above it
And the hills, which have changed from green to orange to purple to a deepest blue in the fading light
with a few bursts of yellow from the beech trees, holding on in their marcescence
If life is full of the little things
like skating on smooth black ice and laughing with a friend
then I have nothing to look forward to
because there is good in every day.
Dear Mother,
I have missed you these past few months.
Where did you go?
I see you standing there, torch held high, yet you do not answer my calls.
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