Brought forth in the sun’s early heat

from the womb of mothers’ earth,

an erection of life occurs.

Protruding in natures sensuality,

straight, taunt shafts penetrate

the virginity of a new season.

Each one a replica of those before it.

Dawned in the beauty of the light,

Clothed in a banquet of colors,

Destined for the shared nectar of

nature’s dance of love, blooms

unfurl as if in orgasmic bliss.

Satisfied and confident, they glow

in radiance and splendor.

Fragrance attracts those who seek the

nectar and a well spring of blessings

immerse the blooms.

Oh, but way too soon, the shaft gives

sway and becomes placid.

Heads once again bow down to the earth

as the bloom fades only to become stronger

for the next season.

The beauty that is spring’s erection is sustained

by the will of those hands and bodies who attend

and nurture the silken shafts on which heads of

beauty adorn.

rb (c)2008