I find green in the smallest of places. It is not the mountain covered in triangular repetition of perfect pine that makes my heart flutter. It is not the river, churned and murky or hills that roll in shades of emerald and jade. It is the single blade of grass between my thumbs, tickling my lips as I blow gently through cupped hands. My eyes wander to the delicate veins of magnolia leaves as tiny aphids make their delicate climb. I reach to touch the green of neon moss blankets warming tree limbs, fallen and forgotten. I follow green in the iridescent glow of dragonfly wings dancing over the shallows. I cherish the green of tiny strawberries weaving on trellises, patiently waiting to ripen. As cerulean skies and yellow meadows magically merge in van Gogh’s “View of the Church of Saint-Paul-de-Mausole, I will still find green in the smallest of places.
Lost in fields of green
Four leaf clover at our feet
Gently we must walk
Thank you for this magical exploration of green.
Thank you! I really appreciate your comment. 🙂
Beautiful … van Gogh’s art, your narration and poetry, all of it! 🙂
Thanks so much!
I love how you have focusd on green, the color that seem to be missing in th painting. Especially how you focus on the details of the blades and moss.. Wonderful and thanks for joining,
Thank you, Bjorn. 🙂
There is beauty to be seen in the grandeur of mountains…and in the blade of grass. Delightful write! Indeed, beauty surrounds us if we but take the time to see it!
You have the eyes for nature’s delicate details here – love in the green grass, moss & butterfly ~
Terrific haibun, thanks for sharing ~
Glad you enjoyed it, Grace. Thank you.
And ’tis the same
leaves of grass
and for me a grain
of sand a letter or
number to find the
Universe of one
in the smallest
Trees of grass
Green is peaceful, serene…like your gentle haibun. Good to find beauty in small things (and to be able to make a grass blade whistle)!
I used to love making them….still do!
Thanks for stopping in, lynn.
Ahhh the little green hill…when I think of Van Gogh I think of golden yellow; his stars, his sunflowers, his fields.. this was lovely.
Thanks so much! 🙂
What a lovely concept, and how sweetly expressed.