jon
wynne
jon kirby
wynne
Love is gentle
Love is kind
Love is cruel
Love is blind
I ask my love what shall we do?
You fell for me and I for you
Hurry! Past the cherry tree
flowering in tthe cut, the window
box and birdsong, the spring
grass and children playing, the
old men gossiping in the coffee
shop. You must hurry! You
don't know what you're missing.
the rain stops,
a torrent
of birdsong!
Repairing the fence,
I am joined by the robin
the wren and the blackbird
each has an opinion on
what I should be doing.
I pretend not to listen
head on my pillow
eyes open, eyes closed,
I stare into the darkness
looking for sleep