Spring's Green Dementia

Green...the continuity of life, uniquely hidden away beneath a blanket of pristine white snow, the white a representative of virginity, and pureness and the crux of renewing sleep. Then, it happens. From that virginal white comes the first glimpse of green’s struggle to return to life. Waited for with breath held, silently cheering on that tiny green sprout’s birthing. The heralding of life eternal, welcoming the propagation of all living things. It is the transition from the deep sleep of Winter to the glorious rebirth of Spring.

For me, it is my momentary chance to forget. To put behind me the bleakness of things dead as I enter my Spring world of Green! It is secluded, lush and variegated, my invisible sanctuary. I behold it in glory and kept humble as I am beleaguered with the four S’s...Sights, Sounds, Smells and Sensations.

Tall and strong redwoods shelter me with a canopy of green boughs. Sunlight filters through in radiant greens and gold, warming me and my green refuge. An orchestra of birds sing their heart-felt songs from their hidden perches. Whistles and chirps, warbling and trills resonating off the wooden walls of sentinel trees. No written sonata by man can best their song.

Lacy dark green ferns wave their gentle fronds in welcome on the soothing breeze. Moss covered rocks edge a pool of crystal green water, a place for me to submerge my soul in baptismal and soothing cleansing. Tiny silver fishes darting in it’s shallow depths. So cool is the water as it caresses my burning flesh. The musky scent of its heart fills my head with life.

This is my Green. Green...Ah, bringer of life to the Blue Marble. A world soon to be lost, perhaps not today nor tomorrow, but soon to be an imagining of a demented woman.