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.
like the sunlight.
We lay together in the Springtime
with no stress,
no to do,
and no shoes.