The Grass is Greener

Ivy has spread all over the roof
of this shed: maturing now, it sends up
bright green beacons of bloom,
advertising itself.

The butterfly hesitates, back-tracks,
flies overhead once more, then
zig-zags off to something greener
on the other side.

Gill McEvoy


If you have any comments on this poem, Gill McEvoy would be pleased to hear them.