Tristan Robert Lange
Swinger\'s Springtime Surprise
What a lovely day it is in the wood
Where the sunlight shimmers down through shadow.
The mixed green foliage a lush canvas
Painting the loveliest day in the wood;
A ruddy, long-haired swain sits on a swing,
Embraced by a lover’s touch and a smile—
Mixed green foliage paints a lush canvas
On this lover’s day in the lumined wood—
This young man leans in to accept a kiss.
He is a ruddy, long-haired swinging swain
Embracing a lover’s touch and their smile
On this lover’s stay in the dark’ning wood
With mixed foliage—a green, lush canvas;
This knave bends on down to accept a kiss
From an aguiler with a serpent’s smile.
This ruddy-faced, long-haired, swain on a swing
Embraces the deceiver’s touching smile
With loving eyes in the darkening wood;
Mixed foliage paints a dark green canvas
For a naive knave accepting a kiss.
This siren’s gaze a tale of treachery—
An aguiler with a serpent’s slow smile.
The ruddy-faced, long-haired, soft-swinging swain
Embraces the seducer’s touch and smile.
Mixed foliage paints a dark green canvas
For the naive knave stealing a soft kiss
On this ill day in the languorous wood.
A long, dull, and rusty dagger in hand—
This devil’s gaze a tale of treachery
For the ruddy, long-haired, dead-dangling dope
Seduced by the sly serpent’s touching smile.
Mixed foliage hides a bloody canvas
Where a sad knave is stolen by a kiss,
On this dead day in the languorous wood
Where sunlight is snuffed out by the shadows.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.