The wind nipping at my face, biting at my cheeks

The chilling air surrounds me, raising goose bumps on my arms
The grass blades like knifes in frigid night air slicing my bare ankles

The sky greys in anticipation of April showers, tiny droplets in my hair
The freezing water licks my skin like a puppy licks the air
As I dance along the sidewalk, my personal ballet studio
I perform for the blooming flowers and for the new baby birds
And as my dance comes to a close it seems they clap for me
I bow and continue my journey, hoping to visit the other seasons in their prime