Green

The dawn was apple-green,
The sky was green wine held up in the sun,
The moon was a golden petal between.

She opened her eyes, and green
They shone, clear like flowers undone
For the first time, now for the first time seen.

— D.H. Lawrence, from Selected Poetry

This poem is offered as part of our April theme: Golf & Greens

T.S. Poetry

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