233 Spring Comes

Posted on February 10, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Dripping water time.
Immutable ice thaws to
seminal streams,
disolving down into
wakeing soil, fecund now.
Her blanket tossed aside in haste.
“Come!!”
Receptive, moist, open,
womb immured.
Seed, egg, root,
gold green shoot.
Warming, waiting, wanting.
Fertile flow time.
Penetration,
copulation,
brief gestation.
Then, a gasp!
Spring.

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Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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