A night in the woods

We stood by the fire,
as it crackled and the sky wept
with gleaming wasps
falling by my outstretched arms,
The trees swayed slowly
as if sliding along a woman's belly,
Quiet and listening to the baby inside.
There was smell of something
having died days ago behind the trees,
And there was the smell of fresh blood
now visible on faces as they searched
for one another with one good eye,
We peered into the dark
searching for a common indifference to this place
This beautiful awfulness we had not known,
A raw thump of the heart
that oozes out the purest of blood
The mountains brilliantly visible
with the moonlight settling over them,
Quietly they divided us
in our thoughts as they divided
the sky into chalices
poured into with a dark blue liquid
conjured from little sparkling lights,
I lied down and heard the turf
breathe,I breathed with it
and for a moment i was under a wreath,
A small cloud,a damp grey sketch
of distant origins
approached the tip of the mountain,
The valley it seemed,stopped
and the pines,the pastures,the half dry streams,the risen wolves,the untouched cocktails,the out of place rocks and the out of place men and women
all stood and watched..
The cloud passed by as no eyebrows were raised
but many a heart gave in,
In the morning we dug a hole for the dead dog
behind the trees and i wept till the sod turned wry..

(It so happens to be that this has come out on June 5"World environment day",That knowledge adds more color than substance,Doesn't it ? )