Green Tongues

Green Tongues sing of spring
In the Mother of all language,

Iridescent suggestions of color
Identifying moments which arrive

Like church bells ringing
In the season of renewal −

These days, too perfect to permit disbelief,
Shine provocatively with secret wisdom

And soar beyond our imaginings
To land in the far clearing of our memories,

Strutting and preening like peacocks
Singing in green tongues,

Cocking their tails and daring us to follow,
Knowing we cannot and laughing –

This beautiful poem was written by my beloved husband, Steve Ryals.