I know it’s there,
First there is a dusting.
The noses itch.
Chartreuse sifted about.
Blanketing water puddles.
Disguising foot paths that lead to the garden gate.
The breeze becomes sweet and the birds sing.
Buds peek through.
Sprinkling the brown bark.
Spring rains.
And rains.
The Greening Grows.
As days pass the sparse branches are overcome with growth.
Bright, young, soft, feathery needles.
Birds sing and hide within.
The Greening is complete.
YMD
I know it’s there,
In the background.
Hiding just beneath
the surface.
The Greening.
First there is a dusting.
The noses itch.
Chartreuse sifted about.
Blanketing water puddles.
Disguising foot paths that lead to the garden gate.
The breeze becomes sweet and the birds sing.
Buds peek through.
Sprinkling the brown bark.
Spring rains.
And rains.
The Greening Grows.
As days pass the sparse branches are overcome with growth.
Bright, young, soft, feathery needles.
Birds sing and hide within.
The Greening is complete.
YMD
First there is a dusting.
The noses itch.
Chartreuse sifted about.
Blanketing water puddles.
Disguising foot paths that lead to the garden gate.
The breeze becomes sweet and the birds sing.
Buds peek through.
Sprinkling the brown bark.
Spring rains.
And rains.
The Greening Grows.
As days pass the sparse branches are overcome with growth.
Bright, young, soft, feathery needles.
Birds sing and hide within.
The Greening is complete.
YMD
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