A Lover's Vow To Spring Poem by Mark Heathcote

A Lover's Vow To Spring



Love, there's an ancient quarry where bluebells grow
like sapphires in the melting snow,
like quartz clocks, they tell the time in spring
if-‘ere-you'd listen, you might-just-hear-them-ring
like a mountain Elysian blue spring,
oh, darling, do you hear an after-ring
and if so take-my-own
for now, I have loved - all our summers are postponed.

Sunday, November 25, 2012
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