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Ordinary Green

Donna Pucciani 

In school the nuns taught us 

the colors of church vestments-- 

white for purity and feast days, 

red for martyrdom, and green 


for hope and for “ordinary time,” 

the liturgical season when nothing  

happens: Christmas has disappeared 

in a snowy flash, and bells have tolled  

the lily-white petals of Easter, now silent,  


the dull stretch of days ahead 

meant to be merely ordinary, 

the quotidian boredom of stasis 

after a purpled Lent, with hope hanging 

on a blade of grass as the days wear on. 


A verdant spring becomes summer’s drought 

before the violet of Advent’s wilderness  

arrives once again to glitter us  

into stable and bright star. 

Donna Pucciani, a Chicago-based writer, has published poetry worldwide in Shi Chao Poetry, Poetry Salzburg, The Pedestal, Voice and Verse, Acumen, Gradiva, and other journals. Her seventh and latest book of poetry is EDGES.

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