Spring

The spring air collides with
My face sending a shiver to my spine.
A slight gasp escapes from my
Dry chapped lips.
The sun shining through a thin
Cloud passing by.
My pale skin glows a lighter tint of peach.
Closed eyes as my dark brown
Hair sways in dance.
All of this movement yet
I stand stiff like a tree,
Letting the breeze carry me.
As the cool drift pushes and pulls
The leaves of an old oak,
Tiny rodents scurry by.
Soft rustling emitting from the
Organic matter above the trunk.
The delicate sounds of a nearby
Bluejay fills my brain with glee.
All of these things [are] a constant
Reminder of the joy one season
Can bring.