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... Read more »