Somebody spilled the paints last night,
full palettes of greens.
Could be the winds from the midnight storm
that roared across the heavens with sounds of fury
knocked over an entire pallet of palettes,
and it flowed across the trees, the grasses
and the fields, skipping some places as
it spread
the way spilled paint does.
My new favorite colors now.
SPRING GREENS,
not the ones you eat,
but the ones you gaze at with
admiration through your favorite
sunglasses.
It starts here in the south and flows northward,
so HOPES UP northerners.
It's coming your way.
Start looking for empty paint cans on your lawn.
Wishing you a day of "green" peace. Don't miss it. It is one of life's most remarkable gifts.
Peace. Love, Linda
