Eastward moving
always grooving
pollen within her
bothering many
blessing nature
change is here
blossoms appear
distant snow dwindling
Summer is whispering
moisture leaving
cold bereaving
changes are endless
defend-less or defensive?
At least pensive.
At least
Here
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I would like to translate this poem
My first wife stepped into the pollen cloud, naked as a jaybird and strutting so proud. Five months later, from out of her snatch, a willow-human hybrid babe did hatch. So, you fertile women who love Nature so, be careful when, naked, into Spring you go, 'cause those little pollens may enter into you, and, come Fall, you may sprout a babe, or 2.