through the thickening, greening leaves
i catch a glimpse of his leaping limbs
gleaming horns, a knowing grin - Cernunnos, the Horned God -
the King Stag, in rut
and in this verdant world of his
a warmth flows through me, a quickening
and suddenly, i hear hooves pounding
bounding through the forest, he comes
my own King Stag, the One i Love
pressing forward, rushing towards me
Yes! his breath on my neck, i turn,
He's There! and into his arms i come
- tricia l. edge, 5/1/2011
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