This is spring. This is the lush wet green
of her, pouring from every branch, rising
from every inch of soil, gushing
into the fast-flowing waters, licking
every dancing molecule with her song.
This is exuberance set free, leaping
with life, drenching every form
in hues of jade and lime, every leaf,
every blade, the currents of water
and air. All of it Yes, uncontained,
all of it utterly spring.