Spring Fever
The green wood hummed, all day the sun
Had shimmerred in the rustic glade
And quick the flies swept thru the shade
And I reached out and swatted one

A swish and gurgle in the creek
As sly the perch browse in the stream
And dragon flies hang in the steam
Of stagnant pools that breed and reek

Indolence on a summer’s day
The fitful slumber and the yawn
Of sleepy thunder in the brawn
Of satyr muscles tired of play

Ho hum.

Grady L. McMurtry
2/19/42

Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, June 1988