Last Chance At Love

LAST CHANCE AT LOVE Winter sun startles ambitious songbirds, Though their intent is sweet to see-- Bold trills freeze in their extended throats A yesterday ago there fled a handsome thoughtless lover Who left behind nothing but tears and broken brown debris Frost was that deserter’s clever ally, effortlessly he bit Tender Hands that tug love back “Hopeless”—sizzled in a tunnel of ice In white whispers: “This is your last love”— The epithet engraved in a tunnel of ice a staggering truth that shreds the fragile heart that fragile heart once stalwart, now wounded past repair but spring will come it cannot be wished away by frosty breath or raging tears Brilliant blossoms of feathers tickle amusement into the stodgiest wounded soul Wayward orchard fragrances in dalliance entice the Laggard heart—a bit of hope but uncertain of the fortitude to breathe Even the bleakest of hearts aches to be lilac and spring-whole How much delight can be salvaged? for a heart so oft wounded in despair? How much sorrow spent can be cleverly disposed-- Granting a prayerful battered dreamer A tiny whiff of just one more love affair? 1/25/2013 © Victoria Anderson-Throop