Wednesday, April 7, 2010


Have you seen the face of God?
Have you felt Her sweet embrace?

Fuchsia, lavender, yellow and green
Springs from each and every tree.

Spotted black and white,
Red crested
On Her arms alight.

The road leads down
A twisting path
Cutting into Her forest mound.

Her thighs wide open
Draw you back inside,
The road seems so narrow,
Too long to ride.

Birth in reverse
Reverses again,
Spitting you out
At exit 10.

Alive again
You know it's Spring
Emerging from the hips She brings.

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