My Love, You Are

spring wind

sprung lively

and quick.


All your world

turns dance.

Thick branches

shyly bobble.


Fallen leaves

on decay’s brink

leap to life at

your swing by.


And I, enchanted,

raise my hands

with spread fingers

to comb you,


swim you, seek

home in you,

hold you, and let you go

without ever


having owned you.