So That Even a Lover

1

Little wrists,
Is your content
My sight or hold,
Or your small air
That lights and trysts?

Red alder berry
Will singly break;
But you-how slight-do:
So that even
A lover exists.

2

Hello, little leaves,
Said not St. Francis
But my son in the spring,
Doing at two
(Neither really begged)
What it took the other-
He'd agree and laugh-
44 years to do.