Destinies Dance

Fawn and Hare and Lovers Lance

Blood red with the Cream of underside flash

Brown and greys above in dappled dash

Raised upon legs in the Boxers stance

Hare deftly displays his lovers dance

Dash under Cirrus beneath the Sky

In sharp focus of Sun set to die

And the Tractor tears flesh of our Mother Earth

Leaves Brown Blood in neat lines, to replace the gleaned girth

Brown blood turned Grave in the dying heat

But in yon still green Dell, Doe and Fawns replete

Are three, by the Faey stilled, Angel-shy Beasts

Reborne of this earth, for Nature's feast of feasts

Not Psalm Lion and Lamb, laid down together

Deer and Hare softly share this Good Night weather

And peacefully still those Fears of the Age

As the Sun shows Birth warm, Dylan's dying Rage

And now Sun has gone in last blood gold spurt

The last Ray fallen in Night lance to Earth

Speared in the ground as gold soft and mellow

To rise as Hope Phoenix, in Daffodils yellow