Deep Green By Joseph Immel The wind danced in the deep green leaves above our path. In the pine grove, butterflies folded, like eddies of sky on a necklace of jade angels, your beauty. Below, I walked in the lake of my nostalgia, an afternoon I loved you intensely, like a dense cloud of dark water, still and blue at the bottom. Soft ferns, glass melted our hands together, faces apart I could feel you and the jade angels caught in the glass devoted to the lake. Our flock of invisible doves, flying in the grove, a white cloud full of blue sky, and you, purple flower, sitting in the blades of grass nearby and silent while they danced.