First Blossom Of Spring Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Late in the evening
Red roses he brings
A sudden impulse
First blossom of spring.
Archangels descend
My eyes become blurred.
For I thought love had ended
Until I heard his sweet word.

He said:
Stay with me dearest
I love you alone.
A new day is dawning
With far brighter tone.

Three sonnets I write
Each one is for you.
I will set them to music
O, joy we once knew.

And late in the evening
Red roses I'll bring
In a clear crystal vase
~First blossom of spring~.