Sensing (spring time!)

My Feet are
            perpetually dirty;
toes Sinking fast into
            early afternoon mud

My Eyes are
            impossibly blinded;
Sensitive from the
           long winter imprisonment

My Skin is
            eternally Kissed;
sweet rays of warmth
            mingling on the surface

My Heart is
            pounding fast;
Exhausted from
            splashing through spring puddles