Snowing again today. Wet, sloppy paths. But soon the snow will melt and it will turn green. Too green. Time to take up my project of collecting poetry about green and thinking about the Mississippi River Gorge in the spring.
Just found a wonderfully named essay, Green I Love You Green and this fabulous poem:
Inside Out/Bill Yake
trees are our lungs turned inside out
& inhale our visible chilled breath.
our lungs are trees turned inside out
& inhale their clear exhalations.
Love these ideas of trees and breathing and inside/outside!