Rabbit and Rose
Shall we dance
under a slender moon?
Shall we roar and stamp,
tumble onto oak leaves;
smell dirt dried
by months of drought;
revel about,
disturb the dreams of ants,
the rutting of moles?
Shall we?
Shall we forget
those who danced
here before us?
Who coupled and wept,
who swept away dreams
beneath silent trees
or untangled new ones from moonbeams?
We shall dance under this Solstice moon.
We shall dance and weep as the seasons themselves
clasp and twist,
rage together
only to part.
Like them, we shall invent love this Solstice night
and later be forgotten.