With velvet fingertips
Spring gently touches the earth,
tickles it all over, giggles softly, like a child,
and leaves specks of gold
in the grass, the treetops, in the clouds.
On my naked tiptoes, I float down to the river
to collect the golden specks
with my hands
and throw them up into the cheeky breeze
where they dance, dance, dance
and break up the rays of sunshine until they’ve reached all fissures and dispersed all darkness.
So here I stand
in the golden glitterrain
and breathe, just breathe
in life’s magic.