Beltane  Fire  Poem

If we had an ancient wood to play in
far away from obligations
and city-mall temptations

if I were draped in soft green,
if I swayed like a tender willow,
if I flitted from shadow to shadow

would you follow clad in hunter's green?
Would you follow as a leaping hound?
Would you follow lightly as a hummingbird?

If I saunter by you in summer rose and velvet
trailing alluring flowers
will you serenade me, Apollo in the glade?

Anitra Freeman