But Here Today When Love Is True

Summer flowers are pink-and-blue but here today, when love is true. I see the snowdrop and the daffodil the saffron crocus on a dew lit hill I see the emerald spring unfurling in green. Anemones awakening from a sleepless dream and so too is our love to be seen, and sensed, in this timeless, arduous, winter, dispensed. Summer flowers are pink-and-blue but here today when love is less, subdue. I'd hold my breath to catch moonbeams -drop of morning dew to know those dreams -once and again, that sweet virginal, taboo rolling in the solar fire, mornings dew, again-with-you.