Summer Lust

I long to sit in grass

enveloped in green ... yes,
that's the right word.
Emerald, with three syllables
and proper vowels is too cloying.
Verdant is better, but still borders
on lengthy, that extra
step that sinks the foot of description
into the slushy gutter
of overkill.
No, I'll stick with
green.
Fresh and bright, pure
crayon and light. Bursting
through closed eyelids with
it's warmth and smell,
like the new cut grass
on which I wish to rest.