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Box Elders
by Leonard M HawkesThey come in April--
The pink string yellow dangles,
The green bi-lobed bangles,
That await the twisting,
Jerking hand of wind.
Seed cycle perpetual--
Whirling gauze winged
Desires--Nuts seeking
Warm and sensual
Creases of She-Earth.
A downward thrust
And turgid rising of the Spring. 04/23/2002 Author's Note: Seed cycle observed since my earliest youth--a sure sign of Spring.
Posted on 04/23/2002
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/20/02 at 03:16 PM Gees, I love this! The sexuality of trees and the thrusts of nature... Excellent poem, Leonard. I just finished one on Bois d'arcs. |
| Posted by Tim D Livingston on 10/30/02 at 04:26 AM Beautiful poem. I wouldn't expect a poem with that title to be so sexual! Really though, amazing work. |
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