The Lovers-Root Is A White-Flower Poem by Mark Heathcote

The month does but shiver with joy
with the tears of a snow-drop
little-bells, buoyant, green and cloy
ringing, beyond the hilltops.

The lovers-root is a white-flower
on Valentine's Day
thus it performs both, sweet and sour
piercing the walls of shy Cathay.

Kisses mingle like wild woodbines
as brownish blue jays mêlées in the eaves
they're limbs, entwined, like-vines
need only the wind which now cleaves.

Violets stir in that amethyst snap!
She's my oracle, hears my lover sings-
and awakens from her frozen nap,
a mortal being with wings.