Seasons of Whither

Female…
seasons of whither
spring,
new and blooming
evolving into summer
lush and full
Fall harvest,
bountiful and plenty
bursting forth
the splendor of fall..
Gods paint brush
screaming colors
Settling in a sweet hibernation of winter
to be awaken, eternal cycles.

Male…
the sky is distant and black
if only you are open to all things
by chance to settle upon an orb
grounded by its moist hot textures
searching for a comfort remembered nurturing from its past
hastily making an unparalleled decision that is unscientific
bolting for another journey that never learns to complete the task

Vibrating on the horizon of sensuality

dlt © Dec. 25 2004