Wet Dreams

Snow has fallen again, nourishing Earth’s womb. She is in the throws of many powerful wet dreams that facilitate life. The chirping birds are her moans of desire, Sun wetting her skin by melting the snow. Wind, on her wet skin sending quivers along her body.

Beautiful, lush life will Spring forth soon. And I wait with baited breath.

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