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 ...