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
Mother nature is just sexy!!
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lovely…well done.
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