Lightly the leaves
shiver in the breeze
as it blows to and fro
a slender fine stem of bamboo
that grows in my garden
not far from the sea.

It curtseys and dips
do-si-do, do-si-do
so fresh and so green
each leaf seems to glow
be alive to the dance
in the sunlight of late afternoon.

Deceptive, unreal are
these brief sunlit spells
when winter still lurks
and spring like a
giddy young girl
simply teases and simpers and flirts.

Pete Crowther

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-in-the-wind/