In the woods, June has its own shade of green–lighter than forest green, ironically, but darker than, say, mint. After a long winter of bare limbs in the forest, it’s nice to have it filling back in; it’s greening up, so to speak. Sometimes the undergrowth seems to take on shapes.

this bush reminds me

of a skinny little teen

with a bunch of pink barrettes

in her hair so green

–photo by me