These silken skirts brush gently across the earth
Bare ground pregnant with moisture
Moisture gravid with the breathless sounds of spring.
Footprints stamp the dirt, the toes splayed out
Chocolate imprinted with lavender
Haloes of shade clothe the trees
The birds scent the air with honey that alights on the hair.
Pour the spring water from a pitcher welled from clay
Leave the flower where it lies
Discard the silk for sunshine that touches the skin like
Daffodils that kiss the lips.