Gorse

Dear Man
I am here

I will wait
with infinite patience
I will wait
through lifetimes if need be
I will wait
for ice to slowly thaw
I will wait. I will wait
And if you are never ready – I will wait

The gorse wears its armour well.
Yet come Spring
it dares to open petals
of tender gold.
They blaze with light
‘gainst English skies so grey
And my heart can only dance in response
My heart can only dance in response.

And if you are never ready
I will wait.