tagNon-Erotic PoetryCorn Planting Moon

Corn Planting Moon


Spring Moon is pale,
pastel painted,
holding night upright,
backdrop to birthing fields
while stars hold themselves apart,
brilliantly distant.

Spring Earth is woman,
capturing seeds.
In soil's grip damp hips
suck, push sustanance forward.

Moon knows Earth
harbors secrets,
leafy and soft,
wrapped in silk like aged pearls,
but sweet, bitten,
sugared with pungent green,
and the rut of musky dirt.

Moon becomes father,
darkens with knowing
bows with a textured burden,
like Atlas holds wisdom,
but Moon is large and orange,
full as a pumpkin
whose seeds have fallen,
awaiting harvest.

Stars don't change,
watching, holding
themselves apart,
brilliantly distant.

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