The snowdrops split the Earth and bravely shone against the wintry grey.
Hiding below where the secret darkness of the soil gives life,
two fruits gradually split and new birth begins.
Separately they grew entwining the bare branches of the beleaguered hawthorn
ruled by frost and snow, hail and gales.
But still they grew on opposing sides of the same bulwark,
building alone strengthening against spring showers until
burgeoning in May.
Still growing tall they meet in the tangled heart of the graceful bush
and there kissed.
And then entwining together
their flowers unfurled and the dusky pink petals shone brightly amidst fresh green leaves, brightening in this season.
Spreading and sprawling they murmured and
With the growing warm summer breeze, humming bees flirted with their pollen laden flowers.
Grasping each other tightly they stood against the wind storms of early summer, rejoicing when one by one the fruit emerged green and growing,
seed hearted with new love,
And together seeking further staying enmeshed in each other’s arms
when new branches of the Blackberry came and lurking tried to divide, snarl and spoil, encroaching upon their liberty and freedom but together stronger they held tightly,
snuggly fitting their strengthened stems
And as the summer Sun is called and the autumn leaves fall,
slowly the Wild Rose loosens ripened fruits that will slip into the dark through gold leafed branches.
There, felled by roaring wind, in silence they pass through the waves of frosts and incoming winds of winter.
Time holds us like a vital vice, til, letting go we enter into sleep,
a quiet time away, and rest from our labours.
There in the garden are the quiet hopes.
Year on year out the rose flowers blossom, their leaves grow and petals form blush pink. Love surpasses the seasons and though, my love, we die, our love grows again
into another generation.
I’m forever yours my Valentine.