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.
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Fay Slimm. (
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I might swoon if May gets too frisky! lol.
Yes dear Orchi May loves to get frisky when sun rises. - pleased you enjoyed the read.
Oh your last stanza is a pearl of a life lived's wisdom.
My mind's eye is enchanted with a vision of two mature faces aware of initial attraction and respectfully unashamedly displaying they were reaching out to one another. As is the symphony of life played with feeling by vituoso.
Your comments are always so well worded - thank you for getting the point of the verse Dusk - - reaching out to each other is part of the Spring-scene I do agree.
I just became aware that there's something in the air .. each spring it very much the same .. It feel like my buds are exploding .......... x
Explode away then mon ami so that Spring this year will be most remembered by loads of bloomin' boldness and good luck with any results.............x
I'm afraid my buds don't open with the same verocity that they did some 60 years ago - but they do still open - another great poetic description in you own inimitable way dear Fay.
Ha - - glad to read your buds are not as rusty as some who have 60 years behind their belt Mike. Thanks for the honestly telling comment
WD40 Fay lol
Superbly penned as always. A lovely read.
So beautiful dear Fay….I learned the lesson of persistence from your poetry
And these were really my fav lines
“ 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.”
Beautiful words Fay, Spring is arriving.
Andy
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