Where Lovers Begin – An Ode to Spring
Poem and photo by Gabrielle Price

He races the sun to kiss every inch of her,

Through leaves, eyelets of light adorn her skin.

The warm breeze caresses them; tickling,

Where all lovers begin.

Together in a field of soft, thick grass

sun warmed and the scent of earth;

Mingled only with the aroma of her delight,

The trees and sky, their home and hearth.

It is said that all lovers begin here,

Where each cloud is a kiss, each word; a bee,

Where soft moans signify the arrival,

Of the opening flower that hails the spring.