Spring Is A Discovery Poem by Mark Heathcote

Spring is a discovery
a jewel box opening
it's gold an effrontery
to hearts broke betokening-

A remnant dislodged relic
look at the yellow cowslip
Medusa, evangelic
singing gospels unclouded.

Spring is untrustworthy
ask any lover who has-
sown his seed prematurely
doesn't it die early, whereas?

Who would not bathe heart gladdened?
By the shores of buttercup
in those green riggings maddened.
Who'd not cherish this bee-like mantle?

Just a little happier,
just a little more saddened
just a little sappier
for waiting-your heart gladdened.