Green, I’m told, is the color of spring.
That seems incomplete.
Forsythia bursts into yellow
Seeking perhaps to imitate
The sun’s growing power
In these lengthening days.
Crocus burst out with gentle pastels
While cherries drape themselves
In a blanket of pink.
And kids in vivid Easter dress
Hunt painted eggs, evoking flowers in motion
As they bask in the gaze of adoring adults.