wind sonnet

the wind tugs at the leaves with gentle force

it makes them dance regardless of their will

and when the gusts die down; they've run their course

the leaves droop down once more and they lay still

my heart begins to race as you step near

i try to breathe but oh! to no avail

yet far too soon you'll up and disappear

and just like always, i will let you sail

the tree loves the adventure of the breeze

but does not close its limbs and trap it in

enjoys it for a bit, then sets it free

to seal it off, i'm sure, would be a sin

my fondness for you deepens with each day

you come to me after you've flown away

~mj