Snow-blossom
On the fragile greengage
Glowing white
On the soft edge
of a grey day
For seven years
I have waited
And now,
just when I am leaving
You choose to flow
To sing your perfect song
And we,
We always knew
it was always there
all along.
The skylark rises in the grey
And ushers in a gentle day
The Curlew calls as if to say
Come with me,
But I'm already far away.
#CoSopoetry