But Here Today When Love Is True Poem by Mark Heathcote

Summer flowers are pink-and-blue
but here today, when love is true.
I see the snowdrop and the daffodil
the saffron crocus on a dew lit hill

I see the emerald spring unfurling in green.
Anemones awakening from a sleepless dream
and so too is our love to be seen, and sensed,
in this timeless, arduous, winter, dispensed.

Summer flowers are pink-and-blue
but here today when love is less, subdue.
I'd hold my breath to catch moonbeams
-drop of morning dew to know those dreams
-once and again, that sweet virginal, taboo
rolling in the solar fire, mornings dew,
again-with-you.