Spring Greens

 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