Eostre’s Kiss – Poem by Sam Dodge



flood coming
worms drunk in puddles
sun cusp stuck under thunder
bugs huddled in bubbles
ducks plunging swollen runnels
come, love
let’s shove on rubber boots
stumble, trudge and run
galumphing through slush

snow was going slowly
cold overlord
holding down the posies
now it’s flowing
little frozen boats
corroding and imploding
we hop from floe to floe

riding ice islands
childishly smiling
might be we’ll get chilly
it isn’t in our minds
silly sprites, we spiral
inspiring in this icy idyll
sighting birds and singing
high as spring kites

every sense is effervescent
smelling earthy treasures
dense scent of sweet ferment

dead weeds and wet leaves
let’s eat of Eostre’s essence
fecund, swelling
heady feelings
melting into everything
pealing bells

awash in April ardor
casting away dark angst
hearts all in a rapture
laughing, dancing, chanting
hand in hand and arm in arm
rapt and wrapped in all
laying in damp grass
a’tingle, passion saturated
at last, at last, at last!

Fecund, frolicking love,