i.
i await
the sudden
awakening
of colour, in
the straw air
the clouds of
yellow flowers
wrap the
forsythia in gold.
ii.
the land is
ivy and moss,
thick-blades
of grass bend
in rain so
light that the
grass hardly
weighs down,
the rain is a
bare breeze
a time-surrendering
blossoming of air.
iii.
you said,
i love you
and it meant
more than i can
say and
i cried for joy.
iv.
boy, with your
brown eyes
dark with the
wild brooding shore,
your touch is
fire on my skin
and i brood too,
wilder than air.
v.
a bird sings,
sings of wilderness
and beauty
and that a heart
must be free.
the white
sheets of the
sky are still
in their mists.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
i.
i await
the sudden
awakening
of colour, in
the straw air
the clouds of
yellow flowers
wrap the
forsythia in gold.
ii.
the land is
ivy and moss,
thick-blades
of grass bend
in rain so
light that the
grass hardly
weighs down,
the rain is a
bare breeze
a time-surrendering
blossoming of air.
iii.
you said,
i love you
and it meant
more than i can
say and
i cried for joy.
iv.
boy, with your
brown eyes
dark with the
wild brooding shore,
your touch is
fire on my skin
and i brood too,
wilder than air.
v.
a bird sings,
sings of wilderness
and beauty
and that a heart
must be free.
the white
sheets of the
sky are still
in their mists.
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