WindLove (for David)

I’m told that

I write often

About love for

Me love is

Like the wind

Invisible and moving

It makes leaves

Fall in fall

Snow blow to

Drifts in winter

Cools in summer

And brings rain

In spring and

Like wind if

We had not

Love we all

Would be simply

A desolate shriveled

Dry place lacking

Beauty and life