impossible green

green
green, for foot paces.
all the way to the end of eyelids.
green is a necessary color
in flowering.

green is covered in snow.
now it is trying to shine from every corner.

Parsley wilts in arrows beneath the light
it’s cold hair won’t unplant
until all the garden is green, toothed and smooth
arching climbing clumping sprawling trailing
until all the garden is green, fuzzy and glaucous
carrying pods berries petals hips
until all the garden is green, it crumples

shrinks back into the garden soil
where all things are light, so bright
because your pupils are so small
in the snow. White and dead
but not lost for chances.

Tomorrow it rains.