All Those Amber Days Spent Uncurling… - Poem by Mark Heathcote
Watch this old rusted rake & hoe makes your garden a new
Watch the robin who knew before you, you'd go grey
Watch the circles rake makes when sowing corn flowers blue
Watch the hoe remove weeds, no one longer resurveys
Watch the amber dawn like a lock of your hair uncurling
Do you remember when your hair was the bee's wax, honey?
Do you remember days & nights you woke knot tangled?
How I'd watch you from the shadows brushing, heart all bubbly
Do you know how much I loved you eternally, gladdened?
How I'd garden back all those amber days spent uncurling.
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