Spring Green

The lawn, trees, and fields are all light green—and the greenness reminds me of a poem by Emily Dickinson: A Light Exists in Spring

A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period-
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad

On Solitary Fields

That Science cannot overtake

But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,

It shows the furthest Tree

Upon the furthest Slope you know

It almost speaks to you.

Then as Horizons step

Or Noons report away

Without the Formula of sound

It passes and we stay-

A quality of loss

Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.

. . .  and with the green, the flowers provide some color-contrast:

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