without you, I'd be an unleafed tree

Yours

by Daniel Hoffman

I am yours as the summer air at evening is 
Possessed by the scent of linden blossoms, 

As the snowcap gleams with light 
Lent it by the brimming moon. 

Without you I'd be an unleafed tree 
Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring. 

Your love is the weather of my being. 
What is an island without the sea?