False Positive

Diana's Words ― springtugs me outwardi peel off clothingpiece by piece, trailingbehind like breadcrumbsback to skeletal winterpregnant riverswollen with the run-offof sated mountain streamsfertile mud birthing greeni inhale attar of warm wet earthspice of evergreen and jonquilbasted by the sunmy tongue licks at milk-warm airsweet with honeyed lightbird song vies with choir of geesetranquil nocturne in the key of peaceuntil, the sly north wind stops short,looks back, a stealthy hunter trackingspring