Begetting
Daylight bleeds its seeds.
A nightly womb
is again inseminated.
The day was hurried
it pulled out too early.
Dawn is a dead lamb
in the snow.
Tomorrow we will seek
new ways
into those legends
wherein,
Gods birth humans.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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