London Winter Fantasy
London Winter Fantasy
for Amanda Root
Can they not see how daffodils
spring up to greet you where you walk,
how rays of early morning light
twine red roses in your hair,
how as you pass the sky above
fills with Sun and Summer blue,
how street lamps turn to apple bowers
or palms that bend to serve you dates
and Nelson nods as you go by?
How your voice plays lutes of air
that eager song birds flock to hear,
how deer stroll New Cross Road en route
to nibble apples from your hand,
while here my heart like some wild bird
fills the air with beating wings
wanting to tell them what they missed
what I have somehow heard and seen.
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