The Wearin’ O’ the Green
It’s time to shed this winter white.
(The sight’s been lovely and serene, but…)
Spring is nigh (collective sigh),
and Gaia should be wearing green.
This ice and snow must simply go.
Let flowers, birds and leaves convene
and melt that frozen crystal sheen
to a more congenial aquamarine.
Those silver tints are cool and bright
but springtime brings a warmer light
and begs a more becoming sight.
The white is sweet, but I confess:
I’d much prefer your emerald dress.
PSC / 2015
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