Forever green
Perhaps they'll never
spin the wheel of color art
and deviate in hues from
greens to blues to mauves,
magentas and all the in
betweens, or go the rogue
when Autumn reigns with
limbo leaves, disarmed
in droves and falling.
They'll never win triathlons
nor run with bulls, ride the rails
speak in tongues, jump the broom
or walk the red lined carpet.
But they'll stand for you
forever green, and rarely drop
their leaves, while pastels
pale the branch and morph
amid mere memory.
When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting with macrame. She volunteers in animal rescue tending to cat colonies in the neighborhood. She walks with a birding group on weekends. Living by a beach town, is inspiration for her art and poetry. Some of her poems have appeared in Writing in a Woman’s Voice, Amethyst Review, The Rye Whiskey Review. Her latest collection is Ten random wrens, published by Maverick Duck Press.
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