Seeking

When trees new turn trembling leaves to catch the warming sun
And breathe out at last their long uptightened breath
And I am caught by this caress
Then have I found you

When apple blossoms sweet release their gentle warming scent
Leaning on the swell and sway and swoon
And I am caught by this caress
Then have I found you

When darkwet earth tickled by touch discloses deeper, pungent musk
Ready for the tiny tender rootgrip of newsprung seed
And I am caught by this caress
Then have I found you