Sex in the Woods
The breeze softens and fades down
where the Blackbird’s beguiling flute
stirs the heavy scent that lingers
across the trance of summer’s eve.
April has lain a fragrant quilt
over the moss that clothes
the limbs and secret belly
of the darkening wood.
Nodes of eager bracken thicken, uncurl
and thrust through cobalt covers.
Subversive tubers reach into damp hollows
that reek with the sex of garlic.
An owl hoots! Leaves burst free from swollen buds
Then the dark roebuck, his mission complete,
withdraws silently across the blue shades
while verdant canopies stretch out to hide his shame.
Published on:
May 3, 2009
