Spring Green

The neon green

of soft green things

that bloom come spring;

stained-glass and chlorophyll

you can see right through

these sheer new leaves,

not yet ripened by Sun or Time,

like You and Me.

Squinting rainbows in the sun,

caught up in your eyelash

the rush of colours come so fast

Spring-green a gut-punch

light-head from too much laugh.

A carousel come to carry you off

if only you'd cling

less tightly to your senses

A rush of new routine

has come again

life dapples in neon trees.