I'm Loving This

I’m loving this.
Face down on Spring’s fallen leaves.
Luscious and green.
Waiting for the dew to cling to bits of hair.
Waiting for Mother Nature to mistaken me for greenwood scrap.
Haze and humidity thick enough to blanket me.
As morning breaks.

I’m loving this.
Staring up at the atmosphere.
Clear sight of clouds, cut and shaped by mountaintops or faraway skyscrapers.
There’s moments where I’m watching myself breathe,
air crystallized by the cold.
Will my breath ever drop in beads of ice to my chest?
It starts to snow.