The Color Green

I am looking out my window at a world hung in the green of leaves and lawns. The birds are wanderers through the trees, searching out the colors of the flowers that try to compete.
Actors wait in “the green room” where the color is supposed to induce a kind of meditative calm before the storm of performance. Today green rooms are mostly not green. Perhaps we should sit in the forests or in the sanctity of meadows instead to find our balance as the world spins faster and faster into summer.
I could not live in cities now. I could only live where green swirls around my senses as I try to discern the steps of the dance Nature makes.


About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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