The first sun of spring
feels like I am in love
although I am not
Sunday morning
fly from bed
to tumble down green hills
Shoes are overlooked
for flowers' fragrance
on warm breezes
It will rain again soon
Spring is not here to stay
not just yet
But I will enjoy today
feel grass between my toes
splash in the creek
feel sun on my skin
forget all my chores
As I did when I was small