Spring

The Spring

decorates the garden

with tender leaves.

The same way white clouds

stand out from grey clouds.

What stands out

is what we always want.

It’s not worth it

to state otherwise.

Spring is cruel

to the body.

Only the grass

grows where it’s not wanted.

The grass grows proudly

in the confines of cement.

It wants to shout

that the light exists also

in the dark.

It inhabits it

at this time of the year.

The grass grows

where you step on:

that way it’s easier

to follow you.

With so much light

hiding it’s not necessary.

The night it’s not night.