Genesis

Infant in spring
We greet the Gerber baby sun
Suckle at Mother Nature’s tit,
Grow with the daylight hours

Adolescent in summer,
Fig leaves sprout between our legs,
Blood boils
As we leave innocence behind

Adult in autumn,
We’re crisp, ripe,
Free and multiple,
We harvest our fruits

Elder in winter,
Overcast skin creased with clouds
Our bones have turned to icicles,
We hibernate until we rise again.

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