Shiver

Here, I am lost in
the cool shade
of a willow tree,
shaking its skin
in a blustered
wind as all
its scent
filters in.

fresh as infant rain,
this breath shall
sustain my age,
my love, as it
dawns to me
that I am
dreaming with this life,
in nature's cleansing
shadow-

I shiver in its
majesty, weeping
with the willow.