SHADES OF GREEN
‘My garden must
have
colour at all times,
it must be designed
by a
professional!’, she said
‘ with flowers in bloom
each month of
the year’.
I reply that green
is also a colour,
and that
from my window
I can see the sombre green
of a lemon-scented gum,
the
darker hue of the she-oak
tormented by the June wind,
the emerald of
pasture
after the opening rains,
and the lime of an elm
with the
lighter touch
of bottlebrush leaves
beneath and against
a vivid green
horse rug.
I add that from the window
I can sometimes detect
envy.
