I think of spring as a season for flowers
but I forget how green it gets,
as though the colour itself
is a thing that blooms,
rubbing out the sky entirely
in front of my window
and leaving only a mass
of green leaves waving at me,
not with a message
of anything fancy or bright,
just the undeniable hopefulness
that comes from so much life
announcing it is new.
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