My favorite color’s blue, and yet it’s green
that draws my eyes, escorts relief’s return
and opens me to hope. A forest scene
does not forebode – the myths they had me learn,
the symbols shown, to me they didn’t mean
a truth, but made my indignation churn.
For woods, the moon, and water I still yearn.
I gladly greet these fronds of garden fern.

(Ottava Rima)