Spring

He spies the soft down
along the back of her regal neck,
thinking of new awakenings in the now of Spring

She gazes across meadows,
vast, open, fertile, and verdant,
thinking of new births in the future of Spring

Petrov-Vodkin: Spring

Degas - Woman With a Towel

steamy, wet droplets
trace down her scars, red and fierce,
a survival tale

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