Sage green
Is most comforting to me.
It reminds me of the forest
Where I used to rest
And find refuge from
Those with extra-large thumbs.
In palmistry that means
That the ego has the reigns
And is running the show
Without regard for how it goes.
Sage green
Saving me from those
Who were very mean.
Retreating to the creeks
Where I do not feel meek
And staying there
Upwards of a week.
Alone in the woods
I really know I should
Be careful, be vigilant.
However, I do not regret
Being carefree
Free to be me
In the comfort of the trees.
Brigid Faye, Reader 
I like the “not meek at the creeks for a week, and the sage comfort.” Lots of “e” sounds in green and everywhere. They say there’s a sage who played the blues so well that he blew away on a leaf to the blue-green ocean, was saved by a passing yacht and was served sage chicken and wine until a goddess in a sage dress with one red shoe appeared. But though he now has an aqua-blue sail boat empire, he always returns once a year for a three day tour to see sage brush in the desert and to see the sage forest again. Seems a wise thing.
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Thank you 🙂 Beautiful story Rasmus, I had no idea. Sounds plausible even! Do you know the bards name so I can read about it?
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I just made it up now because I like blue-green and I thought that sage green is too dull for me. And I thought of all the meanings of “sage.” I don’t think I have sage on my spice shelf. I’d be curious to make something with it. Sometimes I start with random free association with words and puns to make poems. I haven’t made any sage poems yet. There was a movie called “The man with one red shoe.” (never saw it but heard the name once) [nothing to do with this really — just a random thought]
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Gotcha, free association is brave
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