There’s a green called Spring
and there should be
Halfway between cyan and just plain old green
on the colour wheel
says the web that contains the world
But Spring’s not a shade
on a swatch
in a paint shop
It’s a mood, a vibe, a sense
of something returned, revived, renewed
It’s shades, and it’s light
that shines them into your eyes
It’s rich scents in your nostrils
blended with the bold
stirring music of rebirth
It’s life springing forth
New
Green
Uncontainable