Friday, April 28, 2017

poem of the day April 28


I often wonder
as I sit here watching
the awakening of trees
The forest of branches 
full of alluring scents
to attract their lovers
Do they feel love as the pollen
drifts on the air?
Are male and female trees
aware of  love?
or is it just casual sex?
Is it euphoric? 
Is it bland disappointment?
Something that can not be understood
by the pollen sneeze of ordinary man

No comments:

Post a Comment