I live,
a pink creature amid green.
Green trees, green grass, deep green
cane fields rolling like great seas.
So many greens.

Venture in and drown beneath.

Cane like giant waves metres deep,
flowing from creek to far off stands
of tea-tree.

Oh what greens! British racing,
rain induced green,
green bright as an Irish scarf around the neck of a colleen,
the cane field’s waving.

But Aussie green is tuned toward grey.
The trees beyond, their feet in bog, show as
grey-green mist amid the thickened cream
of trunks
furnaced by a failing sun
against the darkness.

2

Green frogs.
Have you seen their green?
Like plasticine
from limb to stretched limb
and sunkist pink
beneath.

3

Green
Now I think green is rather
life than colour.
The head, the feet the
very heartbeat of nature.
When green goes so do we.

Matters not if we’ve been green
politically.

Jeanne Squires

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