Wearing the Green

I wake to hear a robin sing And opened wide the doors of spring! There are gossamer glints of gladness now! Tiny buds are wearing green Green dresses hills, upon the brow, And paints the twigs of every bough Green tiptoed in while I was sleeping. She roused the meadows from their beds. She cheered the willows, sad from weeping. She poked her head and said hello I'll plant a sprout and do some weeding She calls me to the garden shed! ______________________________