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The Groves of Venus

By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 11, 2012

The Groves of Venus

By Harrison R. Merrill

A grove of young aspens
Is like a festival,
A horde of graceful girls –

Arm in arm they skip
Aware of every graceful curve,
Their smooth and powdered skins aglow –
With life!

Timid, but friendly,
They are not prim and stiff
Like puritan pines
Who scarcely bend and never

Sway with voluptuous motion –
Twinkling pretty fingers
Flashing coquettish eyes –
As they invite

Their heart-shaped leaves,
Like wanton curls
Upon the heads of youths,
Are playthings
Of the winds.

Their lithe forms,
Molded into moveless motion,
Warmed and gilded by the sifted sunlight,
Are inspirers
Of love!

The grove of Venus,
The glory of all western canyons,
Like myriads of ecstatic nymphs,
Trip joyously
Across the shoulders
Of the hills.



1 Comment »

  1. This poet had some romantic romps in the woods!

    Comment by charlene — October 11, 2012 @ 2:15 pm

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