Every Step Of The Way Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love beguiles us every step of the way.
Like Feb, snowdrops we too want to play.
Blood pumping heart unfazed by loam or clay
Resisting the freeze of hard mid-February
We too want to be a green stalk again.
That white flower of hope—sullenly
Sparkling like distant stars that underpin;
Hold all things in place o'er above planetary.
… Once again, I want to discern the world
In its infancy, we've experienced vast joyous
Expansions and knowing that miracles still exist
Within the confines of our little or little-known selves.