They Don’t Mind

I hope you all don’t mind if I reblog today this little piece written in the park about this time last winter, but new to many of you. Warm regards, K.

Mossy stockings worn to the knees,
sticky snow groping these,
but she don’t seem to mind it.

Snow is solid sweat
gathering in her crevices,
but she don’t mind the wet.

He’s rooted there erect,
wobbly without any thrust;
he don’t mind the tickly touch.

Still, he’ll freeze completely
as he knows he must,
but, he don’t mind solidifying,
paralysis is trust.

Then, next season
they’ll find a reason
to free themselves from lust.

© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved

Maggie Rogers & Del Water Gap. “New Song”


    1. Thank you. It’s amazing what you can create when shivering and staring down a late winter snowstorm. These kind words are fresh logs to keep my poet hearty burning a few more cold winter weeks. I needed that. 💜

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    1. Thank you kindly, Jeff. I sometimes need to remember this connection to nature. It is my greatest love, and yet I sometimes neglect it. I really appreciate your kind words. 💜 Thank you, friend.

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