Buds in Fall contain a happy secret
They stem from supernatural consummation
Of long-forgotten love, hope requickened
Unnatural or confused, disastrous
Yet altogether right and wonderful
The miracle of two become one explodes into life
To which all living, dead, and dormant do respond
Though leaves succumb to gravity’s calls
And darkness often and more quickly falls
Our love waits, safely nestled in the bushes,
Strong and unperturbed by nature’s pushes,
Whisperings of open prison doors and inmates free
These silent proclamations of our jubilee
Yet to be unfolded, yet to be unfolded