Neville

Woodland Rendezvous

Woodland Rendezvous

 

It was whilst she was

wearing her robes

of reds, gold and black

that he spied her

through the sacred,

bowed branches

of an ancient and still

berried yew ..

Where it seemed

she did sip

from a scarlet elf cup

having first

bathed, in a hollow

of sunly warmed dew ..

And as she

thus sipped, her robes

of reds, gold and black

slipped slightly

and parted, just above

the knee to her throat ..

Which then lent

for but a moment

a view

he would have been

more than

just willing, to die for ..