The thing I like about it is that it sort of kicks you out of the Western/Christian 21st century mindset. Maybe a little raw to our 'modern' sensibilities but words like -

...midsummer’s Queen
Hands over her whitening world to death-
The fields by severance and the woods
By slow decay. With her hair combed out
In its red gold sheaves she is perfect strength
And perfect beauty about to fade...

are timeless and might resonate with anyone today who walks in the fields and woods at this time of year; perhaps it also reflects a little of how our ancestors related to their landscape. The poem was written in 1991 by the way.