like bridemaids in a wedding,
cows congregate on the wetlands
where grass fields stretch in the sun
like a four-sentenced symphony.
cows sit in pairs by the river,
clattering their mouths
as if talking of green nuances –
lime, fern, olive, pine, shamrock,
pistachio, seaweed, chartreuse –
shades of green grass toying with
the sea-breeze imbibed with
salt, brine, and iodine,
the hues of the evening
that soothe my breathing.