Delicate turns of free mounds
Snowed in hues of alabaster
Trundling down toward luscious plains
Culminating in cool foliage.
Languid, succulent, delicacy
Awaiting Spring’s caress.
Readied now for tactile approach
In anticipation.
Watch as rivulets emerge
Deep-sourced and yearning-wet
Seeping cautiously forward
Hopeful of culmination.
Dream of Elysian.
Sense the wonder potential.
Comfort in the anxiety.
Relaxing tension mounting.
Drink deeply of moist sensation
Keeping quiet as it builds
O’er those rounded hillocks
Toward the tributary source.
Culmination now as easement peaks
From high above the fertile belt
Along the curvature of mounds
Unrestrained and free to feel
Writhing delicately
Just at the end.
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