The green volume
April is soft green and spiders.
The wind has its green voice back,
Alphabet of letters all looking alike
And green gravediggers burying
The brown memories
Before they can be missed.
Flowers set upon each other
Like dogs or wolves we’ve not seen
Since first in love we glimpsed
A world to taste and tear apart.
Meanwhile in yet to happen May
All green darkens like a banker’s visor
As sun slants beyond a high Wednesday
Afternoon window. Counting coin for June.
The other May’s the underside of maple,
Adding dimension, staying light, twisting
Minutes, filling the green volume.
Translations from the English 
Oh I like this! Especially “Since first in love we glimpsed /
A world to taste and tear apart” Thanks, Jeff!
Thank you, LB!
Feels like I haven’t seen your name for a while, Jeff. I really enjoyed reading this – like the Green Volume image. I have my favourite cedar tree I visit to touch
“the underside of maple” is a nice touch.
Thank you!
Quite eclectic! Well done