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.