Worship of Eostre*
Poetry throws a
seductive cloak
over me as I drive,
nearly forcing me
to the side of the road
to describe
cloud canoes purple
as a bruise, rowing
through gift tissue
mist hovering over
a virgin birch
seduced by the scent
of raw, thawing earth
into donning her bridal
veil and peignoir edged
with peeping, limey leaflings
the words of birds
warbling a wedding march
as manure spreads
in potent arcs over
soon to be pregnant
fields edged by grass
that glows so phosphorescent
in its revival it may
rise up and walk off
en masse...
Oh, what the hell, I'll
just --------------- pull over!!!
*Eostre - an Anglo-Saxon goddess of spring,
perhaps related to Ishtar and Isis
