love poetry

weak-winged is song
are you awake?
friend, whose smile has come to be
she must go back, she said
one by one, like leaves from a tree
she might have known it in the earlier spring
i am a woman
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
arched the flood
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
on and on
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
the dawn was apple-green
did you ever see an alligator