Every Step Of The Way Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

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