Sunday, May 3, 2009

Beltane (slightly belated)

Now is all nature engorged and aching,
Irises erect, roses slowly spreading,
We beasts trembling, our hearts’-blood thund’ring
Poised for the thrust and thrash of summer’s dance,
Joyous reaching for fall’s soft satiety
And tristesse. Now May’s strong sun risen high,
Let it begin: Twist and shout!

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