Have attached themselves to trees, Forming pointillistic halos. The hymeneal season’s warmth Gushes with redbuds, flowering crabs, Lilacs, violets, viburnums. Spring lets the coarse habit woven by winter Drop slowly to the ground, around her feet, Leaving her naked, in pubescent luxuriance.
Energy scurries along the nerves. Blood surges. My aerated mind stirs, Awakens within its hibernal caves. The perfume of egg and sperm, In thick suspension, Converges on my palpitant senses, Hangs awash, in the breeze, As though the air were placental, Nurturing gestation, by sheer suspiration.
Everything is conjugating, being pollinated, Regenerating spontaneously, And I, once again, Having impregnated my fertile imagination, Stand witness to the parturition of this year’s issue. Mild April baptizes her children, in my waiting eyes.
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A Transcendental Almanac takes you through a one-year span of the seasons, inviting you to linger in each month’s four poems. Beginning in April, with nature exultantly proclaiming its freedom from hibernation, and ending, the following March, after the cyclical passing of summer, autumn, and winter, the book evokes an intimacy with the flora and fauna, the life and essence, of the world’s elemental existence.
The twelve months are described with a passionate, lyrical voice and a gentle sensibility. These forty-eight poems will enchant you, make you feel at one with trees, grass, and flowers, birds, butterflies, rabbits, and squirrels, skies filled with clouds, wind, sunshine, rain, and snow.