Mar 15
poem 0 comments challenge: General

Heart, what fancy do you so yearn for now?

Heart, what fancy do you so yearn for now?

You, so unmoved by the wind in its haste,

You, so moved by the sun high in its place,

Yearn you for snow to make your Pome Trees bow?


Or be it fire you ignite for now?

To flame and flare and rear its bridled head,

To rise and swirl ‘till Aphrodite’s bled

And to you, 'mid her ashes, her Doves do bow?