Green
fills
the earth’s two breasts
day and night
trees of the forest
suckle green.
of all the colours
green is the last.
Wind
dries the soil
powdery and light
in the deepest clay
stains
the brown of blood
repeatedly dried
die again
as the wind drops
under the rain.
Green
unlike silver or red
I say to you Nella
is never still
green who waited
mineral ages
for the leaf
is the colour of their souls
and comes as gift.
1985