Mary Susan Clemons

Moss Green


Fern green, newness of spring green,
mistletoe against a slushy
December sky green.

Drenched in chlorophylled light,
I stand amid forest filtered sunbeams.
All ways taunt me.

Celery green, Granny Smith green
southern fried tomatoes green,
church congregation green.

Hidden from the southern exposure,
green bottle brushes intertwine, offer
guidance to hikers and the wood-wise.

Leathered avocado green,
First day jitter bugs green,
New business's framed dollar green.

Deepest green of the forest,
I require your assistance.

Suspicious lover green,
giant green, sprite green,
family reunion green.

Forest compass, will you guide me?
Which path shall I follow?