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Sonnet 12/02/03                        DCCLXXXVI

Sweet dryad, I would have you dream of spring,
Of leaves uncurling on the trees. How might
I winter speed? I cannot songbirds bring,
Nor flowers push through snow to reach to light.
Yet, I would warm you: Shall I think you sip
Sweet teas, and read my lines? Should I dream eyes
Will seasons change, and that touch of your lip
Invites spring blossoms out, to sunward rise?
What hopes can I share, to waken Spring's fire?
Do you want heart, or silence? Tell your wish,
That I might try to give you your desire:
I seek that friendship not by silence perish.
Are words too much to ask, for you to share,
Or do you hide from me because you care?