Heart Phases Part Two Poem by sharon catley

Spring has finally come to your heart.

And I am pleased..
It does not matter that I was not the sun who's warming rays loosened Winter's grip.

You are like the high alpine valley,
reborn again..
Tender green shoots push up through the soil awash by the bubbling laughter of snow melt rivulets.
Life is everywhere.

And I am happy because you are happy,
My heart a shining golden ball of warm contentment.
I dream in peace amongst the constant droning hum of the honey bees.