Barefoot

Stepping through the slick blades of grass,

the dew just beginning to dry.

A new sun peeks over the horizon.

The air is fresh and wet with morning

as I breathe long and deep,

only the sounds of birds in my ears.

Stepping through the cool wisps of green,

I feel the earth spring beneath my feet.

And there is no one else but us,

as I place my Willow down

upon the grass.

Her limbs stretch and feel,

eyes scatter and absorb,

a smile surging slowly.

We stroke the sweet grass.

Gentle.

Soft,

like the sunlight.

We lay together in the Springtime

with no stress,

no to do,

and no shoes.