Picnic, if you please

Spring beckons a woodsy rhythm where sprite and dragonfly sip tea observing human stirrings of mind, heart, hope, and breath. This was my intro to a short essay on picnics for CW ezine. Link at end.

It’s a Midsummer night’s dream
of gossamer sheen 
with fairy-kissed dew drops 
on foxglove and greens. 
Maidens don dresses 
that float on the breeze
and lads bow and caper 
leaping bonfires to please.

To the table each comes
bearing parcels with care:
meat, sweets, and soup from their lairs.
For it’s time to break bread,
It’s time to share wine.
It’s time to laugh loudly, rejoice in the vine.
It’s time to step lively joining hand in each hand,
And time to bless unions, for the fruit of the land. 

The full piece can be found https://crazywisdomjournal.squarespace.com/crazy-wisdom-monthly (for free and no log in required).