sprung

I.
kissing the jewels
left behind on my fingers
and tasting the salt
coating on my skin
from hot april days
evaporated,

spring distills.

II.
tender skirted beauty
in barefoot profile
all gingham and cream
shakes dew off her toes
and finds the strawberry man
for kisses and sugar
and shortcake and daisies.

spring demures.

III.
pristine sky,
freshly washed,
swabbed smooth with cotton
somehow omiscient.
raining rains when
we try to scorch the ants
under our magnifying glasses,
and clearing when
we are already squinting.

spring devises.