Along iron fences, crocuses.
Under fingernails, dirt.
In bedtime stories, fairies.
Across midnight skies, geese calls.
In salads, hardboiled eggs (tinged pink and green and blue).
At 5pm, sunlight.
On top of dressers, daffodils.
Around necks, bandanas.
On wishlists, canvas sneakers.
Under market tents, herb starts.
On windowsills, a spray of dirt.
In rain boots, sweaty toes.
Beside tree trunks, tender shoots.
On knees, mud spots.
In treetops, birdsong.
On grocery lists, spring greens.
Sometimes, unpredictably, as a quiet reminder that we don’t really know anything, a snowstorm.