Let Them Say – Poetry By Hilary Devine

 Let them say 
 the meadow of my heart blossomed in the summer,
 burst forth in colorful, robust bunches,
 gleamed--
 let them say my heart's woodlands were carpeted and bloomed  
     vividly in the spring.
 
 Let them say  
 my heart was a cornucopia,
 a proud, sturdy host,  
 an open-mouthed vessel which filled itself 
 over and over again.
 
 Let them say  
 I was a wishful thinker, 
 hopefulness spilled from the corners of my heart--
 let them say my heart overflowed.
 Let them say 
 my heart crooned like a bird, 
 cheery birdsong rang out across 
 the valley of my heart,
 let them say the mountain heard my melody.
 
 Let them say 
 love rushed like a bold, wild river through my heart's riverbed, 
 spilled over in some places-- 
 friendship's grandeous light 
 bounced off my heart's canyons.
 
 Let them say 
 my heart glowed like a campfire,
 blazed assuredly in a countryside where icicles spiked, 
     snowflakes fell, 
 let them say my heart burned white-hot.
 
 When I go the way of this December daylight,
 give in to one last wintry night of the year, 
 let them say my heart is an eagle--
 flapping its gigantic wings, 
 soaring upward,
 taking long glides, 
 then disappearing out of sight.