Spring Foward

I saw a shade of green today I hadn't seen in months,
or should I say the green saw me.

I ran up the hill and the grass blades blushed,
a translucent hue of verdant reserved for peas.

I was not ashamed and stared right back,
surprised by the lavish intensity.

And the meadow seemed greener, not for the lack
of all the spent rainfalls it weathered to be.