Storybook

Spring Greening of landscapes

As if soaked up sponges on indwelling

lakes of verdant paint,

over the winter brackish wetlands in thickets of browns,

Beige grays that drip up into skies,

splattered with thick chalky palm prints

Yet a turn of page in this storybook

Now finger painted in lush sweeps of green thumbs, forefinger’s desires

Pinky flits & flirts of golden capped

Trees as if sunlight blown

onto their tops like birthday candles

alighting them in a reversal

of making wishes

In storybook dreams that already

appear

Here with a blink of new page

Surreal encounters with seasons impressions upon

beholders who delve in

What is our part in the story of Spring?