promise to me and you....

I promise you yellowhammers
on a Spring day.
I will wrap you up
warm against the chill.
And wheel you up
that lane you love.
And when you see that golden wave
rising from the hedgerows,
we’ll stop. And smile.
Time will cease in that moment.
And all pain.
There will just be light
glinting on wing tips.
And birdsong.