Like the Lake District poets, I am inclined to frame seemingly mundane things in a romantic light. I remind myself that the miraculousness of love isn’t always a shout but may be better expressed as a quiet whisper, daily. And, true love takes less than it gives. For my valentine:
Lyrics:
Astuciously you drew the curtains
While I put the kettle on
The morning sky is dim and blurry
With dew upon the lawn
Behold the Lesser Celandine
Enfold its blossoms for my Valentine
The garden trowel and gumboots are muddy
While I wheelbarrow along
To meditative contemplation
In the shed where I belong
Behold the Lesser Celandine
Enfold its blossoms for my Valentine
Oh from thy fair and shining youth
Age might but take
The things Youth
Took for sake
Lovingly washing the dishes
And take the garbage to the curb
Walking around on my tiptoes
So carefully not to disturb
Behold the Lesser Celandine
Enfold its blossoms for my Valentine
Oh from thy fair and shining youth
Age might but take
The things Youth
Took for sake
