Monday, November 26, 2007

Earthly ponderings. Tanka fiddling.

Soft hand on my face
Your gentle touch unbuttons
my heart, rushing love-
Snow falls gently to the ground,
touching the earth, soft as hands.
Lotus flower in
bloom. Ripe, luscious, sweet scent-
You carry within
you a child of love, my child.
Succulent and pregnant
my spring.

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