Winter Wheat

Growing, reaching, stretching
From tiny seed to full maturity,
Always knowing there was a goal,
Seeking something fulfilling but unknown.

The snow melts away slowly,
The earth become warm,
Breaking through to the sunlight,
luxuriating in the sumptuous feelings.

Driven by unrecognizable forces,
Seeking innate desires and feelings,
Finding it she knows it at long last..
and rejoices in the sunlight his of love.

12/29/96

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