from my small sagging bench on the back deck, i see greener than green, everywhere, leaves bigger than my head and hands, grass, flowers, trees. the hills wear it with grace, in every shade, these hues have no names. a cardinal rests on the feeder that used to hang empty. we all freeze and speak in hushed tones to convince him to stay longer and feed. he departs and now there is a natural kaliedoscope (green red amber green red)made by the rush of his feathers against the leaves and sun.
the wind blows and i hear the leaves whisper their secrets to the tinkling chimes and the flying bird and to my own small ears that haven't forgotten how to listen.