Poem from Blue Balloons and Rabbit Ears by Hilda Offen

I am in a forest;
My brothers will never find me here.
Over my head is a green umbrella;
I feel the earth under my bare feet.

It is silent, here in the forest;
The kale trunks stand sentinel.
As I brush against them
The leaves shiver.
Pearls of dew race, unite,
Like beads of mercury;
They fall in my hair.

And here, under the green umbrella,
Pale, beaded mushrooms lie scattered – Frozen drops of mercury,
Deep in the forest of kale.



Hilda Offen - Kale

Hilda Offen - Kale