Close The Shutters Poem by Mark Heathcote

You bemoan any disturbances
the glowing of a wintery moon
the gentle morning birdsong
the dandelion seeds drift on the breeze
you bemoan any disturbances
and I say please - please - please
Every day, every moment is a gift.
Give by God, even the paper moon,
the April crocus, the swooning swan,
the cooing dove, the mooing cow.
A mockingbird mimicking the songs of other birds
they all give thanks, so why don't you?

You bemoan any disturbances
and I say please - please - please
every day, every moment is a gift
given by God, just-ask-the eel
or the water snake hissing in the lake-
of your heart reflecting the sun,
then ask what I can do for you.
You then point to the window,
Darling - 'close the shutters.'
Put another 'cover on the bed.'
And darling, just you come to bed.
And I'll show you - that all this?
Nonsense resides only in your head.
Now my heart is discombobulated
and I'm lost for words sleeping in your arms.