Picnic

Sun splintered dewdrop rainbows

Concord grapes, musky bloom'd

Fresh loaves, the baker's art

Good porter beer, a dark, sweet brew

And cheese, oh! Cheddar

Sharp and flaxen red

The fine brown herb, spicy and potent

Now it is time to take our fill

Drink chilled Sangria

Cool citrus fruits infuse the wine

Oranges, lemons, limes

Shivering tart, tauntingly sweet

Speckled trout from the swift blue stream

Simmering in butter and lemon and dill

While curious, furtive creatures

From the compelling, lovely forest

Scuttle under the boughs to watch the flames

Flicker and lick

After our meal as afternoon fades

The setting sun bathes us in color

Nibbling on dates and nuts and figs

In each other's arms

In love