A decima for Ronovan's Challenge #43 with Spring being the prompt word on rhyme line A


The transience of bluebelled Spring
is like a mayfly's brevity,
the spider's tumbling levity
when darting to it's capturing.

We're, each of us, held on this string,
awaiting the incredible
rebirthing of the edible;
transformative resurgency,
fecund sexual urgency
of animal, vegetable.

Categorized as Licks

By Arthur Richardson

Very part time poem maker. Retired from paid work.


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