Love goes, That It May Come Again
pregnant with impending winter
Flowers yield against the night
leaves huddle, in decending mass
Squawking chatter fades with going
the geese know we will meet again.
moment pregnant with good-bye
the cold comes even before she goes
loving whispers fade with going
but, If she does not go
She can not come again
It is the want of coming back
gives birth to longing
and longing, birth to love.
Love endures her going
Love knows we meet again.