A moment sweet
like a strawberry kiss
between the luscious lips
of early sunshine and
damp blades of grass
Goodbye winter,
I whisper to the wind
not a powerful gust
but just a honey sweet breeze;
a gift from upcoming Spring
Pecans falling from my tree
like a rain of fall leaves,
fluttering softly to the ground;
happy to have survived
this years mild mannered winter
So I gather them up
like a squirrel on Christmas Day;
not just the buttery nuts,
but the kiss also
from the luscious lips of sunshine
and the damp blades of grass