I Am, You Are

I am the fall leaf that spins on the branch. The autumn flower bowing to winter's gaze. I am the last bird to chase the fleet foot sun The final cut of skeptical, loon grass. You are the silent shriek of winter's gasp The tease of times cryptic temper You are the promise of menagerie green The progenitor of silver scent melt We are the bridge of blended suns rising The continuance made it possible We are wakers and sleepers of the in- between The silent clip of the small hand turning Welcome to the newborn summer