Falling in Love, Again

I know, it’s dangerous to fall in love

With that sunny leaf rolling out of its bud,

With that just-so razor tipped green.

How did it sneak behind the lines, becoming irreplaceable?

That fragile, bendy, veiny, needy, wispy, happy thing?

That little life on its twiggy wing?. 

So far from Believe it or Not and Daring-Do,

So far from Financial Planning,

So close to my mending heart

Full of its own wet and willow green.