May Day

Warm sun on cold skin

Melting the icicles in the veins.

Blood thawing,

Stirring at the sounds

Of birds and breezes.

Heart dancing to the Salsa beat

Of bicycle tires

On the bumpy sidewalk.

Head nodding

Shielding tender eyes

From the lusty rays of the sun.

Pink toe nails tapping

To feel the soft moist earth.

Fingers racing across the page

To capture

This first burst of spring.