6 may 2011 = 6 The Lovers
The Spring drizzle and wet greening out there sends one
metaphor after another in my direction. There is mystery
and magic even in the steady ritual of Nature’s way of
sharing herself. What is the Spring of you, your inner
greening feeling, thinking, expressing? If you ain’t
greening then what are you doing ?
The Land Becoming
With season’s call the water
breaks over the levy high
caresses the land held dry
To the winter’s years passing
The smell of musk and moss
greens the land
Rolls fertile the plan
of summer longing
Tension’s tease gives into
desires quiver
the land gives her shiver
in open reception
Moist for the taking
the Sun calls the seed
heralds a plea
of blooms in waiting
Patience natures the land
nurtures the deep silent
holds reverent
the lands becoming
What will unfold
is yet told
with summer’s boasting
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