Trails of moonlight scatter across
Frosted night sky

The path of descending blossoms

As buds breathe into leaves

The trees coming to life

In anticipation of Summer days

Names carved into bark

Safely ensconced in a heart

A reminder of when love grew

Unhindered by time

Under a sea of expectant stars

Liz Gale is a retired postmistress now residing in a village just outside Scarborough in North Yorkshire.