Hearts of gold



Hearts of gold

they say in this old land there is

a golden season somewhere after

clouds breaking silver drown the sun

so it seems white as the moon


Coming here I remember how it first was

to be so strangely coming home

to where I had never been before

Running rabbit, firefly

you are the little boy cradling the puppy

whose eyes are like a fathers

when he lifts his daughter

to see the blue eggs in the nest


And the stones and cones and dead leaves give way

to what you want from the deepness of the valley full of daffodils


Hearts of gold they say there are in your country

young and courageous with yellow flowers this time of year

the hedges and fields resplendent

dressed for the celebration

primroses and celandines, dandelions and buttercups

and these narcissi

that shine like a mirror into the sky

showing their hearts of gold