TheBanyanTree: for beltane, looming

[Mike Pingleton]

MayDay! MayDay!
spring has had her heyday
and now the summer's full sun bores
with sweat and sex from every pore oozing
in the hot ritual of choosing
and bees bed down in flowered bells
with pollened lips that never tell
and all the while the green sward swells,
masking musky mingles in the grasses
as lads and lasses slip the chain
and wild oats mark their passing;
druids sing down summer rain
and the world begets the world,
again.