It seems to me to be a poem about sex. It was written ages ago. I used allusions / symbols. I can remember the moment, crossing fields at night with cattle running at us and away from us. Anne was frightened. I was frightened. The cattle were frightened.
It was a subtle journey.
Horses snorted in the nighted fields
above me, and the moon-faced cattle
let their eyes approach me once
and shied away.
It was an act of stealth :
the fallow field was taken by surprise
Gullied out, the pale soils yielded, slowly,
to my hands, were stained.
Tomorrow, in the next year,
seeds will open,
and a green shoot light this memory
like children greeting me.