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