May\'s Rising.
Earth\'s chill of early Spring clothing
keeps leaf-buds folded
while greenery\'s gown, still frozen
in fuzzy-stiff mold
sets lock-down frigid and grows
no softer with cold.
May\'s rising breath resurrects show
of sexual roles
which make lusty pairings hone
into gene-loaded
stirring of fur, feather and solo
hominine bones.
As minds turn to love, so
I am told, the chase never slows
for Nature knows
lit coals will best smoulder
by slowly awakened boldness
to what all are prone.