Spring tide

Spring has become
An uncontainable
Flood of color,
As though
The subterraneum
Attained saturation
With luminal liquids
That burst out in
Spurts of pink and white.

The trees of a field
Look like
Frozen fountains
Of floral color caught
In mid-trajectories.

The rivlets on the hillside,
Of one color and another,
Are a tumultuous cascade,
A pasteled parade
Of springtime splashes.