Something That Is Green

After all that snow - it rained.

What was soft winter white...has melted into a murky grey.
What was so full...now feels empty.

How am I going to find some thing - a one thing - of beauty?

I was reminded of one of my favorite childhood games.
I spy. I decided to play it with myself. What might I find if I may?

I spy something that is green.
You'd laugh - eh? At the possibility? In this place...in this season...at this time of year?
Where might I ever find anything green?

But then. And there. 
Some days it's all about setting a focus and intention.

After all that snow - it rained and rained and rained some more.