The green in all its shades is luminescent,
polarized and poised to become.
Everything else is silvered by the sun,
the flowers, the fence, the dog swimming in silver water.
Air stirs between the trees and space appears beneath the leaves to sit,
to watch the sweep of evening’s purple clouds.
A distance inserts itself between his view
and the horizon’s long darkening line,
enough to let grief stretch out,
diminish with the day, the sun, the effortless fall of light.