Invader

So vivid is the wild flower,
shocking white against
lush green grass as only
early summer sun can enflame.

The mountains occupy horizon,
a crown of might and diamant
upon the verdant plains and
risen over cold rivers of clarity.

The bees are daring and
precocious now warmed
from winter's frigid death
and even spring's chill wind.

The hare dashes wildly from
midst the enshrouding bush
bejeweled with the succulence
of bountiful berries ripe and ready.

The glory of our lands now
surrounds me with the piquant
sweet ambrosia of languor
that I would sip with thee.

Yet we pursue this charge
to lord and priestess,
lovers, guardians, friends,
mounts pounding beside mounts.

Your eyes become intent on mine,
time and hooves flowing to stillness,
my world, my divine spark,
alone cherished in your eyes…

Until the final screams of
allied fury rally the bleed
of sieving moments for
our interwoven skeins.

As thunder in the valleys
we smite the invading horde,
dancing blithely the sanguine
precipice of righteous battle.

With each feathered barb
I chastising gift to enemy,
I but ask the Gods to grant
I may be with you another day.