Then

sweet grassiness of rain,

spring's breath

swelling  in the shadows

the sky shuddering 

and the patter of each  raindrop

sweeping into us

later, above blue

and now bluer and you 

and I shy and shyer 

than the eyes

of the meadow greening 

some moments 

or years from now

I will breathe 

into memory 

and the quivers of night

shall pass and somewhere 

you will be moved into dancing 

and I too

and that will mean all 

and more