Hues
Why stand by your door
gazing the mountain
as if trying to paint it green
on the retinas of your eyes
and the light breeze how can
you paint it when you’re
blinded by emotion?
To what end do you point
your hand at the ice caped
peaks as if to let them know about
the ghosts never passing by
anymore, as if to tell them that
spring is coming soon
when they exude green velvet
when they redress in light hues?
Manolis 