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
I wrote this as the extra cold Humboldt winter gave way to the still-fairly-cold Humboldt spring, when I was positively overwhelmed with love.