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