Early Buds

Imageby Nat Hall14 Feb 2014

(Commissioned by the Shetland Times, & published Friday 7 February 2014)

Tell me the world wakes
from thin ice,

first
look of
love
inside
our stars,
Altair,
Aquilla & Lyra -
Venus in silky cyan blue.

From night to light,
I watch you dream from my garden.
Inside February's coldness
hide early buds;

Listen for blackbird at sunrise,
as our sun warms pink horizon -

I feel your heart inside my shirt,
your will to join in
dawn chorus
beyond
stone walls,
waves and headlands.

Now look closer.

All around rose hips have spoken -
scarlet heart shapes from
our gardens,
still left
untouched.

Feel it.

It is hiding,
there,
underground.

© Nat Hall 2014