Some Spring Fukyus
Bulbs
When their pistons swell
they drop their spring finery,
settle, stretch their leaves.
Wasp
Dew has washed her stripes
clean; the new laundered air calls:
she will build nations.
Hedgehog
A spike of leaves stirs -
he searches for slugs, a chance
to sire bristled pups.
Spider
After the hatching,
a single thread emerges:
eight legs cuddle gusts.
Starling
Though their winter's art
of sculpting shapes in the sky
is done, they bicker.
Centipede
She mothers many
beneath her stone, each tethered
to her by a leg.
Toad
They are a madness
of croaks clumped about her as
she weaves life round reeds.
Bulbs
When their pistons swell
they drop their spring finery,
settle, stretch their leaves.
Wasp
Dew has washed her stripes
clean; the new laundered air calls:
she will build nations.
Hedgehog
A spike of leaves stirs -
he searches for slugs, a chance
to sire bristled pups.
Spider
After the hatching,
a single thread emerges:
eight legs cuddle gusts.
Starling
Though their winter's art
of sculpting shapes in the sky
is done, they bicker.
Centipede
She mothers many
beneath her stone, each tethered
to her by a leg.
Toad
They are a madness
of croaks clumped about her as
she weaves life round reeds.
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