greenpoem
by ev beausoileil
she is lush outside
verdant, bosoming silhouettes
of trees and hills
i want to press my cheek to her
nuzzle her earth with my nose
feel her wind brush my hair from my eyes like a mother.
clouded, smiling, buoyant summa
she is icumen in.
the sun lights the catwalk
of this estival vaudeville--
but the earth,
her dimples deepening,
her fingers splaying,
her mouth open,
her legs astride--
peeks at today
through a kudzu curtain
and laps serenely
at the thrum of an expectant audience.
delicious handful
