I.
Your socks, tight with sweat—
An early advertisement
that spring has arrived.

II.
Spring needs a waking-
bed: pungent mulch ambushes
your April nostrils.

III.
Sunshine plashes down.
Through warm waves you saw days
Unfold at your feet.

IV.
Frail infant stems stretch
through your toes and scan the scnee:
thin grass, sunbathing.

V.
And there’s skin on skin.
Come on!  Get naked it’s spring,
the season for sin.

VI.
When it rained, your eyes
dripped clear drops, their spring fragrance
as fresh as water.

VII.
There are nests, eggs; still,
I wonder, do the birds grasp
the meaning of spring?