Spring 2005

Spring bares her breasts in that careless and gradual way, Pulling back her snowy dressy top With the shyest movement; Hiking up her skirt of grass so green as to convey motion, Just a few inches above those luscious knees, Just enough to be awkward, Just enough to make me do a double take in disbelief – Playing this game of hide and seek With sunlight’s strong and gentle fingers, Lime green oozing everywhere Slapping together a patch of earth that is my lust – She is beautiful when she Hides in the cesura of the season - This one day in Spring – In this dis-remembering of a winter that egged us on. Just like the moment between breaths Just like the stillness that happens between heartbeats – Life infused with new hope Of things not revealed. Proving the existence of God Confirming that I really don’t matter at all – Basking in that joyful confirmation that I don’t matter at all! M C Biegner