The Green
Every year, in early Spring, Astrid panics, just a little, about The Green.
Unreasonably. Consistently.
For a little over half a century, The Green had always come back.
Every year. After winter.
But she can’t help think, and worry, for a fleeting, horrific moment, that it might not.
And, then, when it spreads across her world, above and below tree trunks everywhere,
she basks and revels in love and admiration and the glorious awe of
The Green.
Not I 