After all the grey clouds and rain, rain, rain,
green appeared today,
waking up from a long sleep,
twinkling in the sunlight.
The cypress trees are happy now,
their toes dipped in the water,
their needles as bright
as a neon sign.
“We’re waking up!” they say.
“Come see our new growth
soft as a baby’s forehead,
sweet as honeysuckle.”
Even the weeds are perky today,
pushing out tall stalks
beyond the brown grass,
topped with yellow buttercups.
Turn off your worrying mind.
It’s a day to open
windows and sneeze
Hello to Spring!