Lover's Season
Lovers must wait for spring
for the warm sap
and the green lithe
to return to their souls
Spores cling
seedpods anxious to burst
and you catch the hint
of your mate on the bluster
before the clear blood of rain
drips it fresh and new
On your lover's body
thoughts are written:
no longer of denying cold
but of rejoicing the warmth
April nights bring no stars for wishing
The time for wishing is over
the vivid green inhibition of spring
is here
© 1999 J. Kevin Wolfe, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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