Living,
in the wounds...
nudging mum for a
crafty suckle, her eldest...
sleeping
within polyanthus...
Rainbows with their chosen hues
Light up the skies like a lit fuse...
The time I've spent in nature
walking through thick grass...
Patenting the human genes;
fence-sitters...
This was an interesting dialogue
going on...
As spring arrives, from natures womb
her season brings, a baby-boom...
This comely butterfly mirrors our moon
With fulgent shades that glisten and swoon...
Nature is anxious
awaiting springs arrival...
Certain feelings
such as organic...
The póetique listening
to the reason, as foggy...