Up
on
tip-toes
(like a
young bride)
to reach
my mouth
to his
brown curls
edge down
my back
(to meet his
hands on
my waist)
as I
lift
my
chin
and
then
there is nothing left to say
except that
today
is the first day of spring
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very charming. Celebrate the first day of spring while you still can, Gina. Warm regards, Sandra