Nature's Warm Up (Foreplay):
Winter's frozen mantle recedes from yonder cordillera flanks
As wildflower bud presses it's urgent release, not yet fulfilled,
Life-in-lull, dreaming through dim-lit days, wrestle with soaked cloak
For light and life, humus purified, fertile for expectant emergence.
Eager rise precedes hungry stem, stretching abundant after sleep,
Fertile vessels feed the seep that plies stemmed arteries
Giving birth to rapid rigor, a rigid post to launch new bud to view
That unfurling heaven-scent, it's spent reserves to flourish anew.
Eyes bereft too long, this nature's pantry pageantry, not long to wait
Expectant urge to view, as cloaking blankets pushed aside to bare
Wild bulb no longer held vassalage to dormant neglect, bound.
It's liberated exuberance to press it's flow upward, upright, untied.
A root prepared, as some divining rod instinct to dive, takes hold
Deep to penetrate in wetted warm, this crevice-well, where bold
The root might swell, and drawing sturdy stance, dive yet again
Deeper still, to find advance and feed the bud to birth this new divine.
Nature's Reward (Consummation):
Spring...it's only just here, and already I can feel it's effects.
As other organisms in nature begin to respond, so to do I.
An awakening of sorts, a stirring from deep down.
My own nature stirs in earnest, hungry and anxious
For new and fertile ground to flourish in.
My root grows in it's desire to plunge deeply,
Gathering strength and girth as it does so,
Seeking a moist, warm environment to nourish and invigorate,
Causing it to glow and vibrate with vitality.
I revel in the act of drinking deeply from one of life's most precious wells.
And as a direct consequence of the gathering strength,
And as life's most basic essences gather at the very base of the root,
It surges anew. The bud quivers and swells, burning,
It's crimson satin aching for release, a single bead of nectar
Eases an escape with a promise of the splendor yet to unfold before it.
For you it shall spring forth, for only you can coax it
To full fruition, only you can find a home in your garden and your heart
To nourish and suckle, to breath your life into it,
To find the fulfillment and rapture, to satisfy the yearning,
And celebrate in the fruits of your splendid and heated labor.
She took, I gave, she asked, she received!
He took, I gave, he asked, he received!
Winter's frozen mantle recedes from yonder cordillera flanks
As wildflower bud presses it's urgent release, not yet fulfilled,
Life-in-lull, dreaming through dim-lit days, wrestle with soaked cloak
For light and life, humus purified, fertile for expectant emergence.
Eager rise precedes hungry stem, stretching abundant after sleep,
Fertile vessels feed the seep that plies stemmed arteries
Giving birth to rapid rigor, a rigid post to launch new bud to view
That unfurling heaven-scent, it's spent reserves to flourish anew.
Eyes bereft too long, this nature's pantry pageantry, not long to wait
Expectant urge to view, as cloaking blankets pushed aside to bare
Wild bulb no longer held vassalage to dormant neglect, bound.
It's liberated exuberance to press it's flow upward, upright, untied.
A root prepared, as some divining rod instinct to dive, takes hold
Deep to penetrate in wetted warm, this crevice-well, where bold
The root might swell, and drawing sturdy stance, dive yet again
Deeper still, to find advance and feed the bud to birth this new divine.
Nature's Reward (Consummation):
Spring...it's only just here, and already I can feel it's effects.
As other organisms in nature begin to respond, so to do I.
An awakening of sorts, a stirring from deep down.
My own nature stirs in earnest, hungry and anxious
For new and fertile ground to flourish in.
My root grows in it's desire to plunge deeply,
Gathering strength and girth as it does so,
Seeking a moist, warm environment to nourish and invigorate,
Causing it to glow and vibrate with vitality.
I revel in the act of drinking deeply from one of life's most precious wells.
And as a direct consequence of the gathering strength,
And as life's most basic essences gather at the very base of the root,
It surges anew. The bud quivers and swells, burning,
It's crimson satin aching for release, a single bead of nectar
Eases an escape with a promise of the splendor yet to unfold before it.
For you it shall spring forth, for only you can coax it
To full fruition, only you can find a home in your garden and your heart
To nourish and suckle, to breath your life into it,
To find the fulfillment and rapture, to satisfy the yearning,
And celebrate in the fruits of your splendid and heated labor.
She took, I gave, she asked, she received!
He took, I gave, he asked, he received!
