Graves among the cow parsley

Cool stone, green with age
The blackbird’s song arrives with dusk
Tender tokens long forgotten
As love is rendered to a husk

For you my love, I bring new blooms
Trembling hands to gently garden
Scatter seeds to grow wild flowers
And feel my heart begin to harden

Early summer brings such promise
How prettily the women sway
And men respond with hearts of fire
So we live to fight another day

But those who miss the touch of another
The yawning chasm from night to day
Silent graves among the cow parsley
In cold wet grasses I will lay