Flora Poem by Leslie Philibert

Ox-eyed daises, red clover, harebell, irish lady`s tresses
Corncake; underwash for small roots
small grains of seed
a carpet of marsh orchids
falls quietly under your lace.

You eyes alive as a Spring tide.
Skin as fresh as young grass.
Laughter as wicked as dancing thistle.
the sky shakes
we are bedded in moss
soft as the deep
in which we pleasure.