Aah; it was time to break out, to seek leaves of a different kind.
I went for a walk, and spring was singing through the air,
with an upward thrust of greening, filling out the empty spaces,
shining waxen with newness,
or delicate, yet emphatically tracing patterns on the sky,
bursting into unexpected colour
and frothing like candy floss,
and my spirits lifted with the bursting twigs,
the leaves of spring, in all their myriad forms.
Lost amongst the green, lost in the leaf-filled sky, lost in the joy of the season.