A SENSE OF LOVE (A VALENTINE POEM)
looks pale as primroses hiding their promise
in tussocks of springtime grass.
tastes red as strawberries dipped in sugar
shared, sticky-fingered, in summer.
smells of bonfire smoke slightly acrid,
spiralling into crisp autumn skies.
is the touch of a hand on your thigh
as snow whirls past a winter window.
is the morning blackbird tuning up, spilling
jazz music across every season of the year.