The last 3 letters of the spring

Crossing paths with strangers
Avoiding their glances
Always looking at their shoes
Never at their faces, little Miss scaredy-cat is actually afraid
Never missed a thing—thought she’d die defeated 
If she passed you by.

That must have been the universe finally breathing out
after holding its breath for six months
So that you know:
The clocks are ticking again, and the snow is already melting
still cold
happy wrinkles buried in my babushka scarf 
Your feet are wet. There was a joke somewhere, but not now!
Now I look nice, don’t I?

That wasn’t my voice calling your name; it must have been my guardian angel.