Sarah Zhitnik // GREEN’S GIFT

The sourest of apples

makes you wince;

You smile with each

fresh bite,

savoring the crunch.


Grass in summertime,

the sun bright and blissful,

a baby-blue, cloudless sky–

the perfect day.


Mint from the garden

adds a crisp taste

to your meals

but misses its friends,

oregano and thyme.


In the desert

a cactus stands,

the only new color for miles,

alone, tall and still,



In the ocean,

turtles glide

through cloudy water,

avoiding enemies,

surfacing for air.


Snakes slither through the forest,

leaves crackle,

awakening other creatures, 

adding a voice

to an otherwise silent world.