Spring

Poem: Feel the sun on your skin: it's Spring!

Wisps of wind playing with my hair
My face turned upwards to the sun
Soaking up its liberating, loving gift 
As my gloveless fingers feel its warmth

Sunny beams touching my naked legs
Enjoyment exploding into elevated emotion
With every light-hearted step I make
My dress flows around me. It’s Spring

© Caz C Cole