Avallon 1 : Lately in Green Cider Groves

Lately in green cider groves
I find myself enquiring:
What secret makes Dame Apple blush
To see Sir Sun a-shining?

Did Lady Apple and Sir Sun
In early hour of dawn
Dance in joyous nakedness
Upon the dewy lawn?

For if I know enough of life
To read a lady’s cheek
I know that fair and rosy glow
Of some love-game must speak.

Though it’s not in ancient myths,
Least, none that I have heard,
That ruddy hue speaks far more true
Than any written word.

And yet I cast no judgment for,
Who’s not, in early hour
Felt the full and fiery force
Of Love’s almighty power?

Avallon 2 : Thoughts Occuring While Sitting in the Bull, Ditchling, 11-01-08.

Partaking of the Form of Chair,
Yon' chair is a revelation!
- A thought that suits a poem more
Than idle conversation.

Barber's Adagio for Strings comes on
Evoking Akhenaten's city -
Some emotional parallel I've drawn:
The tragedy, the pity.

Whatever. I cast my mind back to
The ecstatic rustic fire
In Avalon's mantic cider groves
I ascend, higher and higher.