[from my short story "Piltdown"]

Published on August 11, 2008 By stevendedalus In Poetry

Along the vineyard trail

The bursting grapes enjoy

While lovers fife and rail,

To the baton and lyre boy.

Love is all there is

Withstanding nature’s lechery

But even this will fizz

When Bacchus plants his treachery!

Farewell O darkened nature, death!

And on the hardened breast from winter’s sting

Sing and dance to the lyre’s skip of spring

While sowing in the thaw love’s regaining breath.

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