An Ode to Midges

Green snow falling on my windshield relentlessly,
tiny green guru that taught me the art of squee-gee,
green sea full of dragon-fly ships,
bitter bugs persistently trying to slip through my lips,
flying green soil from which sparrows and eagles grow,
minute green moths pursuing each light's glow,
barely seen beasts with hearts, lungs, and genes:
among the strangest phenomena I've ever seen