Popular Poems About Forests

Here..I am  
Gracefully propped  
Secreted in the woodlands of my mystique  
Full of wondrous poppy and  
Ancient mysteries  
 
Come  
 
Pop...ejaculate...exfoliate  
Water me with silken threads of divine newness  
Flood your forest dweller  
Your libido sweller  
Allow me to be your teller of fortunes  
Your nest of runes  
 
It's the journey baby  
 
I want to lust over the aching branch  
Of your ringed length  
Feed me the tale of your wrath  
Your greed..your gluttony...

Black boots leave a bus
as I watch it trundle off
into English dust

I pass through a kissing gate
walk past the orchard full
of Beltane blossom
up a dirt track towards
a meadow full of buttercups
and red clover.

There she stands

Bella, my oak tree
on her own in the midst
of a lone field

she who stands with ribbons
tied into her spindles
markers of every prayer
every thought
every wish ever uttered.

I sit here sometimes
crouching to reach a crawl-space...

each tree
proudly
as individuals,
each detailed
within
their own
manners,
each mind
firm,
the place
you remember,
but their
acceptance
to be
something
more combined
like a
community.