Day 147 prompt: Edible

She skips in
From the yard
Arms behind her back

Wide eyes dance up
Gleaming with surprises
She can barely contain

Our noses nearly touching
Her springtime breath
Is a whisper of onion

The soft and tiny kiss
Leaves a hint of honey
Sweet on my lips

A foretaste of chive ribbons
Tied ‘round clover blooms
Waiting in her hands’ embrace