Spring Back

I wish it were as simple 
as winding the hands, 
setting the time 
and springing back into you--- 
Ready for anything 
green felted and sprouting, 
and oh so ready 
to leap to you, 
trailing laughter 
like cherry blossom glee. 
I wish I could whisper 
a come hither 
that would cost only the kiss 
I keep wrapping 
in different paper 
in keeping with the season. 
Oh, I would spring back---to you.

© Lisa Shields