Someone took a paint brush
just barely dipped in paint–
hues of light green, red, brownish-green–
and tapped them on the tips of all the trees
dots here and small brush strokes there.
Each day they add color and depth
to the trees
until they are lush and green.
Midwestern Heart in Dixie 
Your poem is spot on! I love the image of paintbrush barely dipped in paint. Every year I watch to see if I can notice when the transformation from bud to leaf happens. It still has magic for me.
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Beautiful poem… something I’ve noticed… trees beginning to bud in Spring… but never captured in such elegant words…a paintbrush barely dipped in paint, tapped on the tips of all the trees
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Aw, thanks! I’m not usually a poetry person but I couldn’t think of how else to do it today!
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