A Drive Through the Countryside

A drive through the country to soothe the mind

An emerald field is a sight for sore eyes

Picture the pose of the figure underneath

Shoulders and hips draped in green



The manor on high, painted white

The glory of man and the model of life

Every tree hides a cloud of trembling cicadas

The invisible crowd

But one honeyed chirp of a cricket in the grass

Cuts through the blast



These fields stoke desire

I’m full to the throat but begging for more

Drinking the air that rolls off the pasture

Scent of sweetgrass and blood in the soil