May Day’s Call
Wet almost green grass decorated with
Decaying leaves perfumes the air with
Wafts of fertility. My slumbering virility,
My forgotten ability, wakes to the siren
Call of potential energy hidden beneath
Moss covered earth, storage place of my
Worth. I can smell the lilacs that will bloom
To evoke a smile. That's all.
Author of "Methane Wars: A Fable" and "Lear's Fool" as well as various poems and some these painting things as well.
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