my love,
  when the winds of
    change ravage
the boughs of this union


i will cling onto you
as though startled
   and frightened,
like ivies weary of their
    vertical
          climb
  
   like these passerine fingers
   moving closer to the
     leaflets of your soul,
    perching in warmth,
       my little summer,
   my winding aubade welcomed
with  bird-song!