I Crave Every Voice - Sonnet

I crave every voice from summer's last time That nourished my heart through the wood and street When tinctures were full in glow and prime And feeling were like dawn in their own treat Oh love of my love, where are you for now? In every gone footstep that I have lost I need you back here in my thoughts somehow For greenery boughs and blossoms are tossed Where has all the height of your harvest gone? On to the pale stones of plaid memories Where once there was springtime and sunshine shone Through the branches and tops of the jade trees I crave your fleeting shade and growing much Each weaving with tenderness, in new touch