Spring cleaning smells like morning fog that lies on a blade of grass,
Forming beads of dew like dollops of butter,
Opaque and hiding the contents of
Pink marmalade clouds,
A peak of sunlight slivering the porch steps,
A fresh pair of windows to draw pictures in the mist,
The crunch when I bite into my toast and I taste spring like a syrup that lies at the tip of my tongue.
Spring cleaning is ...
