Love Begets Love

 Leon K. L. Chew

Leon K. L. Chew

Each new season is birthed by the old

Winter shudders under the sheer weight
of a white sheet pushing pushing pushing
the tiny crocus up up up & out her womb
until it bursts up as she lies gasping dying

Spring shivers in the relentless showers
one moment of sunshine the next of sleet
her swelling sweetness pressing pressing
itself into & out of the contracting buds

Summer fruit conceived in the bee sting
hangs first like the shy teenager’s breast
shade shielded till well-formed sun-burnt
it falls into a waiting hopeful hungry hand

Autumn is but the rosy blush of a woman
whose body is wholly spent by her loving
her aching thirst slaked at last in melting
till having shed her last tears she sleeps

Each new season is birthed by the old

“Love begets love. This torment is my joy . . .” ~ Theodore Roethke


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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One Response to Love Begets Love

  1. each bear the gift of renewal

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