Love is like the lion’s tooth ~ W.B. Yeats

Once I walked at nights like this, Only to get as fast as my legs Would ferry me, away from My small tremors of loneliness:

This was before you poured One whole milky way into those craters.

So when I walk again into this autumn night, A joyous contentment spills from me like The whirligig of leaves, like the cottony angels Sent out by dandelions into the bowing wind.

So I color the night, this rustling silver spotted ribbon, With splashes of azalea red, for you have poked me Everywhere, with your lion’s tooth.