And mist feels damp

Trees cast longing shadows  
and mist feels damp; still  
brittle sunshine presses  
reluctant blossom to frail  
and tentative appearances,
until loss and separation  
is almost forgotten;  
 
As love-making takes heed  
of dawn, I'll note you glory  
in naming last night's stars;  
you sow sensual symphonies  
in my quivering, reluctant heart,    
though it's still shadowed  
by mist-filled, longing need.