Carry me out of winter, love
Set me down in spring
Let our bare toes squish among the molecules of each mud puddle
I'll feel the freckles on my soles sink onto each blade of grass
Smell the wind blowing
Catch scents of approaching summer still tinged with the sharpness of the snow
And when you're chilled
The wind raising each follicle on your arms
A landscape of chapped skin and soft hairs
Run with me indoors
To sweet-smelling sheets
And the sound of the coming rainstorm's first drops