One day you will come back and it will be spring –
the cold ground will crack and run with crocuses
brash yellow and shy purple drifting away
into the distance.
Your gift will be days of returning sunlight
new time of evening’s brave and blonde afterglow
a fresh savour in the wind of something green
and young and growing.
Oh sure there will be wind and rain to bother
and slanting sleet upon the high mountain side
but the promise will be there in leaf and bud
and shorter shadows.
It will be the day when the wish of your heart
comes true against all reasoned expectation
that deep knowledge that a time would come for us
to make right a wrong.
Until that day I’ll keep my thoughts of springtime
to myself and nurture that seed in my heart
for I’m afraid you do not want to listen
to the truth in words.
But the river runs beneath the icy crust
and winter is a hoary old fibber now
to hide the truth-flow of ever-warming love
that will conquer cold.
Oh yes you will come back and it will be spring –
I know this as I know the tides ebb and flow
and as the rush of warmth into the black earth
my spring will be you!
[c] 2005
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Written February 4th, 2006
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I love the use of the imagery of spring to unfold the hope of a returning love. It speaks to me of a sadness I know all too well.
K
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This is gorgeously sad, yet I like it so much, thanks for sharing this with us.
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Sorry for the late reply, Spiral, and thank you for your appreciation.
M
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I am held in awe reading your poetry. The liquid flow of the unrhymed verse is amazing. This has a bitter sweet image and the read is captivating.
Love,
Amera ♥
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It was written to the love of my life shortly after we parted - yes, the optimism is wishful rather than certain, hence the sadness.
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this makes me so hopelessly sad somehow.
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Nevada, your appreciation is worth more than gold to me! Sappho is the nearest thing I have to an earthly idol. The gift she gave to me - this wonderful verse-form in which to express the secrets of my heart - is priceless.
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marvelous
Mairi bheang, I hear Sappho applauding in the leaves as we speak. Your verse is so clean and impeccable, not to mention intense and lovely.
Nevada -
You are never lame - bless you for finding this neglected Sapphic of mine and choosing it.
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I am capturing this one for Poetry Planet and am posting it today! a lovely, sweet, and sad poem of yearning. I hope your lover is returning. Oh bah, I am so lame. But my best wishes to you on this day!
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