Brown to Green

It starts let's say at white,
At March's melt and shiver.
(But there's a brown before
And there'll be more.)

White flows melted down,
Each a river splinter,
And then there's brown.
We see the litter that the winter

Has held down.
We frown. Resolve to be clean.
Brown season is in sight,
And then one day it's green.