ARCADIA
by Helen Henley


In purple glade of green night shade

the sun sings in the foxglove bell;

the foxglove bell a hanging well;

invading these the sleepy bees

sip and hum.



By purple spotted river brink,

she and he, not content to watch the bee,

having other things to do, to see,

summer kisses, one, two, three;

both agree to leave the bee

content to drink.



Warmed by love=s seductive sun

she allows the slow undress

and buzzing bees applaud the slow caress;

the pleasure process nectary access.

Oh that=s so lovely-lovely breathes the breeze;

a curlew cries and it is done.



Summer gone, another summer come;

pennycress and pepperwort, pimpernel

and  foxglove bell,

and there upon this meadow sweet

of calling birds and pollen-scented  bees,

beneath the shade of singing trees,

sleeps the tiny infant son.
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About Helen Henley:
Helen Henley sees herself as an old fashioned poet, preferring rhymes and
rhythms to create mind pictures.  She gets her inspiration from the English
countryside where she lives in peaceful solitude, tending her garden when
she is not writing.
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