Nature Falls In Love

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In Springtime,

all of nature

falls in love.

 

The air is wet

with arousal,

fragrant with pollen

and the scent

of raw need.

 

In springtime,

our bodies ache towards each other

like the First Man

and First Woman did,

the first time they made love,

when the heavens opened up

and the gods applauded like thunder

and a million flowers took latin names

and carved their shapes

out of the green pith

of possibility,

blossoming into a full rainbow

of lurid colors.

 

In springtime,

clouds cry their heavy tears

that seep into the land,

feeding plants, nourishing roots,

shaking off the sadness of death

that winter brings.

 

The Earth opens

like a mouth

to receive

the Sun’s kiss.

 

Love shines.

3 thoughts on “Nature Falls In Love

  1. S dot Love says:

    I love the imagery here! This was beautiful, thanks for sharing 🙂

  2. Pua Nani says:

    Reblogged this on eroticapoetica and commented:

    Today I am sharing this poem again in celebration of Purim and Nowruz, two festivals of early spring renewal and revelry that may share ancient roots

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