The Hill

Though leaves do whisper still
At that spot upon the hill
The blooms of lovely white
Have fled our searching sight
Each petal swept away
In this season’s sway.

I recall when I did discover
For my darling, my life and my lover
The little blooms upon the crown,
I laid my darling, my life, my lover down
And with the blooms that whispered there
Built a crown for his lovely hair.

Now where the dew once wept
And I with my darling slept
With the leave’s curious veins
Merely frost remains
And all that may adorn
My darling is a single thorn.

But every day to the church bell’s distant chime
We (my darling and I) climb
To visit our thorns and leaves
And my lover—he breathes
A song that will guide the spring
To a new petal’s blossoming.

To our little hill we go,
Making summer in the snow
To watch the leaves and wait
From frozen dawn to hour late
For our blooms upon the hill
To bid farewell to winter’s chill.