melt off
snow crawls further up mountain and with it drags the frost numbing grey that nips our bones. at last skin begins to thaw, soil warm soggy sag of brown spring to green running around on stem bladed legs.
I lay in a patch of speedwells.
nose to the ground so I can see nothing but flowers on top of flowers on top of flowers tiny blue petaled faces smiling in that flower sort of way. head after head, I pluck those smiling faces. place them on my tongue and laugh.