Somewhere; Acrylic on canvas; 15×19 in.; 2019


Who ever knew

that green could be so green,

so yellow, so blue,

so dark?

Songs have been written

eulogizing the eyes, green eyes, 

 of a woman wrecking 

with her beauty so many hearts.

Green is sometimes, also,

the color of the sea

when its unfathomable depths

are not too blue or too sad.

Yet, somewhere, waiting,

there is a hilly meadow

that beckons at me

with serenity and brightness

and soft breeze.

I keep walking, looking,

hoping that some day

I will find that peaceful meadow

where nothing can be prettier 

than the grasses and the trees

and the secrets told gently by the wind.

Saul Balagura