Silent blades of grass
Blend into my skin
As they are crushed beneath me
Like healing bruises,
The remnants of grass stains
Stand out against my pale warm skin
And the cool dew washes away
My memories of a cold and barren winter
The old woman dying against
The bony limbs of trees leafless
She’s become young again
Amongst the young crocuses
Daffodils filling us with yellow sunny joy
As they bob up and down in the wind
Warm and blowing gusts
That carry a myriad of sounds to my ears
Birds chirping and squirrels rummaging
Against a silent silhouette of the dance of spring
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