Running Wild

First day running wild without hat.
Fuzzy gloves left in the bottom drawer
atop dark clothes dormant, but I’d loathe that.
Run past gray grass until muscles sore.
Peppered snow in the shade of a store
melting, feeding little bits of new green
in just weeks will burst a spring scene.
I won’t wait, inspired, out the door
to greet the season, hope to glean.
Every step adds joy galore.