Crisp green grass litters the icy grey sidewalk
And your hands trace my spine with a rhythm you seem to have memorized.
The warm breeze penetrates the last of the ice covering the street
And I can feel your breathe as I lie on your chest.
Butterscotch ribbons of sunlight tangle with the clouds, embracing the blue jays and even the worms,
As you gently push my hair behind my ear.
The seasonal change has snuck up upon me,
Much like you have.
You are that abnormally beautiful spring day
That ended my perpetual winter.
