For you are green, my love,
like trees in springtime, out come your buds
and soon the leaves and blossoms. Some smell sweet
and others far too far above our heads to know
if what we see have scents the breezes blow
into God’s nostrils as a pleasing odor.
Look, I am here, my love,
like grass the year round, sometimes worn down
by careless feet, but springing up anew
and spreading roots deep in our neglected lawn,
where if I wait, the blossoms fall upon
the cornerstone, reigning under the trees.
Linda Hepner
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-you-are-green/
