The Greens I Have Seen

I never liked nature. Or, so I thought. The walk is hard, I don’t adapt well to change. Life is about comings and goings. I breathe in, watching the hues deepen. Halfway through the walk, perception shifts. I cannot replace what has gone missing. My shoulders less on attack, I feel less alone. The sound of gravel underfoot brings small comfort. The sweet, shadow dog loves me through all my complicated colors, every season.