fresh spring rains pass by –
mist like smoke seeps up from earth,
buried burning warmth
*
i grow in your heat –
pulse beats in the furrowed hearth
of this maykissed field
*
moist excited skies
spread out wide like heavy thighs
fecundating space
*
i burn for your love
lit lust lifts my loins my life
planting fresh new seeds
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freddie omm
Lapidary, yet flowing.
Thanks, James, – your words sort of sum up one of my main aims in poetry, and I’m glad you wrote them about this haiku chain.
The last three haiku chains belong together, they are a single series, they form a triptych about the movement from fresh early spring into fresh early summer, and the associations of mood, mind, body and soul that come with that move.
Yes, thank you for seeing and saying so, James.
Growth (in nature and in her crawling subset, humans), is driven through the “lit lust” of this poem, at its intensest degree during spring.
We cannot grow without that heat, and we burn as we grow.
Thank you, Scarlett, it is so 🔥