Spring Green

[image from flickr.com]

After the hoarfrost

and bare brittle twigs

of winter,

this morning dawned,

new-minted,

in fresh baby-green

leaf-garlands,

like a proud young woman

draped in fluffy

feather boas,

stepping out

with a light heart,

toes reaching for

the lush, soft, mossy

emerald carpet

underfoot,

a day

 painted green

by a Master Artist's

brush.