spring's grip is wavering, a loose fist shaking
its cold chill reverberating like a puddle
ripples dissipating off to the edge and
disappear into the sunlight, fresh grass into parchment
and with it, I am smiling
at the radically new feeling of the season
of which we welcome year after year after year
and the feeling is indescribable, when
lying in the grass in a pool of sunshine
shaded by foliage, warm and cool all at once
and I know it is
a hug and a kiss from the very Earth