The Letter (Come Springtime)

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Jack Doors

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Chaffinch in the chimney
Red Kite on the clouds
Telescope to your temple
Once we were thinking out loud
I thought, dear, we will still thrive here
As long as the rain pours down to our roots in this ground
I felt fear, but I reeled my tongue back into my mouth
I clipped my wings

I'll love you come Spring time
Or at least return to the sun
In meadows of daisies
You helped me to notice each one in line
And complacent
Chilled stems into bone
Come spring time
We'll build a home

Bitterns on Ynys Mon
Flamingos across Spain
Gin beneath setting suns
No bitterness, no pain
I said, love, I'm feeling eschewed
Don't know what to do, I love you
But love, I am a fool
I let you fly into my silk
Had you never heard of my ilk

Come Spring time I'll love you again
Come Spring time all green all red
Each petal reminds me of fallen things I said
in retrospect deserve de-heading
We could be wedding but
I've made sure we're amiss from each other and randomly bedding
The whims of whisps of the woods in Spring time
I'll love you come Spring time
Couldn't make up my mind
Birdwatcher. Oh, Birdwatcher
I'll always love you come Spring time
Oh Birdwatcher I'll love you come Spring time
But I know I'll lose you by Winter

We were trembling beneath the waterfall
Missed your kiss for the mistletoe
Fracking my phylem
Playing the violin
Never felt so fucking cold
Our road was overgrown, rhododendrons
Wrens hopping to and fro
We were an accident of the nutrients
PH scale toxic, turgid and urgent
Washed it with crows' skulls and new age detergent
Out grew a flurry of romance insurgents
You were a sage, I was an urchin
I was audacious, you were observant
You were patient, I was a prick
You were shy, I was just sick
You were collected, strained and mature
I was a devil at your door
You were a druid with keen mind and passion
Last of the Spring wine, risen, inspired
I was hellfire

Chaffinch on the roadside
Red Kite on the roast
Scope pressed to the back my throat, eyes shut
Love letters to a ghost

I'll love you come spring time
When those memories re-emerge
I'll read between my lines
Have hellfire discerned
I'll love you come spring time
When those memories re-emerge
I'll wish you the best of times
Always think of you first
And each Spring I'll write you more words
I'll love y

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