Greys and browns slowly release
Their deathly grip on our souls.
Minor moments of colour—
Red, orange, green, yellow—
Poke out weary heads,
Finding welcome, seizing hope.
Splashes grow to puddles,
Puddles into deluge,
And the world is bathed
In chromatic bliss.
Spring lines have arrived.
Can the sales be far behind?
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