At last my feet can go about undressed,
save for a few modest straps
and a cushion under my soles. 

Toes, newly liberated, breathe free,
wiggle, flaunt their new paint job,
no longer stifled by socks and shoes.

My feet revel in no longer being cold,
love that they’re  not locked inside
woolen socks, fleece lined slippers.

Through their delight runs a thread
of nostalgia for the days when nothing
came between them and the dew-wet grass.