This is a poem I wrote about spring. Spring right now is more of a promising smell in the air, and a few beautiful warm, cloudy days. This is the heaving before new life begins to really claim its place.
In this moist bird song after the quick rain
That comes with spring,
I crawled up to a crest.
I'm in a sea of what may be,
But found within
This new color was
The womb I desired to enter.
The fleshy air, soft ground, the
Womb Landscape.
Young green blooms
Opening the branches
To take in the air
That both the cherry blossom
And our red lipped entrance
desire.
The opening of the roots in the
Ground,.
that need this rain,
Just like me.
The very form of this womb, the soft way it
has of changing, the honest way it must be expressed-
We are simply here, with one another,
And i'm just like any simple stem.
- Kate Miller
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