Walking barefoot
In a field in March
The butterflies dizzying
The earth unsteady
Tilting crazily beneath you
The soft claylike soil
Cold beneath soles
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From below
A sweltering burst of July air
Thick and humid
From above
The sharp jolt
Of frigid february air
And outside a thick mist
Of drizzle
That sets senses tingling deliciously
And all around the vibrant
Contrasting colors of Spring-Is-Coming-Soon
Somewhere faraway
A single "tweet-tweet"
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The sea
Spreads her foamy blue
Fingers everywhere
In Indian monsoons
Full of swelling yellow waters
Rich with soil
In the rain
You can hear her
When the cars rush by;
The sound of her wonderful rolling waves
Crashing against stone
Protesting at being held back
The sea, she wants to
Swallow everything
She is not content
With the treasure filled ships
That line her deepest depths
Nor with round pearls
The color of the sky
Before the storm strikes
No, she wants to over-run
Everything
She has broken the greatest
And hardest sailors
Puny men who tried to run their strength
Against hers
She scoffs at them
And slaps their ships away
Into splinters
And once again her secrets are safe
And yet it is from this sea
That spring forth brooks and streams
She breastfeeds us
And nurtures us through these
She is not to be trusted,
This sea that gives with one hand
And takes with the other
And thus ends my ode to the sea
For it might not please her
To learn that one has attempted
To tame her
And bind her
In words
