The deep greens of summer
have begun to fade,
giving way to what will come next.
Although flowers bloom,
the summer greens are greedy,
determining the pallet of how everything else will be seen.
A voice of authority
we eagerly accept,
so thankful for its verdant lushness
after the monochrome austerity of winter.
But as the green begins to cede control
(if it ever really had it)
space is made for other voices.
In its growing silence
there is no longer a need to grasp for a place.
No longer a need to wait.
For as King Green wanes
that which was always present
but hidden among the greens
begins to burst forth.
To finally be seen
in their own right.
They take their place at the table bringing new beauty.
Unexpected beauty.
For the season
when the full voice of
plum and butter
crimson and auburn
coffee and toast
has finally come.
And she sings.
sounds delicious