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And the sun warms the path
As the willow buds
Squirrels in the trees, finding love
Time of the mud and the crocuses
Soft ground between toes...squisheses
A walk on what sometimes is firmament
Slips down the granite rock steps
Landing on something less permanent
Flesh and bone, piercing tomes
Ouch! Can you rub me with ointment?
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Do you like most recent poetic adventure in the garden?
Ouch...well, there has to be a negative side to spring. It can't be all glorious, life affirming, and bright. Every rose has some thorns. I don't know how many times I've attempted the splits after stepping into slick mud.
Reply:Flesh and bone is all part of the Spring you planted in this poem...yes, ointment of the Mother Earth, mud will heal all. What's with the tomes...you carrying books when you fell into Spring? heheheheheeeeeee Good Morning!
Reply:I'd be delighted to rub you with ointment after your beautiful imagery of early spring. Even the squishy non-firmament has its place; it's better than frozen ground any time.
Reply:The Hornet stings were mildly felt
after being swooped up, carried to the creek
and covered with mud,
BUT more than that the pain was numbed
I was reminded by the left behind Welts.
I never sat in that old pickup again, buried deep in one of our barns.
just my two "sense" recalled. TY
Reply:TD, you made me smile.
Reply:I have a very painful longing for Spring.....Ready for aching muscles from hard work in the garden.
Thanks for reminding me! :-)
Reply:Magical......but, squisheses?
Reply:I shall name this poem, "Squirrels finding love" hehe!
Reply:It is charming I loved it, you feel springy like me. But what about the mole hills surrounded by squisheses meadows?
Feckin squirrels are sooo attention seeking! Leave them out of it next time.
Reply:Ouch can you rub me with ointment is kinda weird to be in a poem no offence but yea i realize that its spring hardworking but still. I LOVE the rest though
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