If I were to speak to my love in nature trappings
I would be sure they are in green rose wrappings.
My lady would wear burgundy and smell of spices,
with long hair I would put in green braid wrappings.
Though I am not one to share and drown in down,
I would like company in my green bed wrappings.
I would find her under an apple tree in full bloom
with her skin dressed regal in green sun wrappings.
In a clearing in a hollow of the great woods, laughing.
I would offer myself to her in green gold wrappings.
© christine DINGLEY 2011