Pale green and orange

Pale green, then orange
Flash upon black.
Something white flutters —
The ground is touched.
The ground trembles
Ever so slightly, to open
The eyes of tulip-tubers
And daffodils, snowdrops
And those little seeds forgotten
By sparrows and the occasional squirrel.

Orange is not true, only
Grown under a glass roof
In a micro-world, attended
By stars and countless joys
A heart feels when falling
Upwards into love of the other,
And other, into the heart —
Like that small, green shoot
That splits up the acorn
For oaks.

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