a fragment of spring

… he sits feeling the warmth of the spring breeze. A chaos of midgies hover near the edge; some are caught in a cobweb as mallards float along, birds hidden in the trees make themselves known and little buds begin their openings.

All these goings on are disturbed by the noise of a chugging barge churning the silt. A magpie swoops to the other bank to peck at something in the grass and there a moorhen comes out from the dark overhang. The magpie does a little dance and is gone as a another barge comes along in the wake of those returning mallards.

It’s quiet now but for nature’s song. The magpie returns with its mate pecking and tugging with hungry abandon, and there they’re off to the trees.

He sits trying with all his will to feel to engage with all this beauty but of course he fails. He’s not a part of this, he’s merely an observer and this saddens him …

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Persephone passions

The tail end of death
shall soon be upon us
as too
the heady scent of birth

Both majestic
and extraordinary
for they are
destroyer and creator

There is no definitive line
no singular moment
as veins of love
take hold over the other

Rushing to the light
breaking through cracks
these rampant orgasms
bleed Persephone passions

Winter
fades into hades
as spring
grows into a rose

 

 

Fragile wisp of spring

Oh delicate blossom
Fragile wisp of spring
A kiss from sun’s butterfly
is enough for you
For you are such a fine thing

Oh delicate blossom
Soft as ember’s ash
Beware the heavy kiss of passion
from the wake of sun’s sloughing
For you are such a temporary thing

Oh delicate blossom
Gentle smile of Gaia
How you caress the arena
the ambiance and the sun’s shadow
For you are such a celestial thing