Irish spring

Spring came suddenly this yearit might have been your smilethe sadness in your eyethe way you understoodjust how love might be.Yes spring came leaping up to metrees encrusted greensmell of hybrid earthcolours bursting throughas if the whole of nature knewyou fell in love with me.I can’t say how summer might bethe yellow of rape seedthe blue scarf of the seathe rustling of wheat fieldpainting candy coloured dreamsthat echo through the yearsof this first spring.