How Green the Autumn Is
How green the autumn is… true, oranges, reds,
High yellows do their shouting thing; the greens
Just hum along, as if on calming meds.
Photographers scout round for fevered scenes
To print with glossy flair. The subtleties
Of varied shades of green, unrecognized
In all this frenzy, cause a foiling breeze,
Almost unnoticed, near enough despised.
The other loves blaze large in poetry—
God’s love, parental love, the buzz of sex.
They dominate the realm of tragedy.
Friendship seems an afterthought. An annexe.
Yet where would brilliant coral reef beds be
Without the wide, warm, tropic, dull jades sea?