A Woodland Rendezvous

It was whilst she was
wearing her robes
of reds, gold and black
that he spied her
through the sacred,
bowed branches
of an ancient and still
berried yew ..
Where it seemed
she did sip
from a scarlet elf cup
having first
bathed, in a hollow
of sunly warmed dew ..
And as she
thus sipped, her robes
of reds, gold and black
slipped slightly
and parted, just above
the knee to her throat ..
Which then lent
for but a moment
a view
he would have been
more than
just willing, to die for ..
Which then lent
for but a moment,
a view
he would have been
more than
just willing, to die for ..