I, not
knowing then

that you
would be

my
now

walked by your house
for years

before the years
brought us together

as if
our paths
were blown

together
by the weather

chasing after
your wind-snatched hat

bring it back
tamed in my hand

to be tamed
in turn

by your smile
& the touch of your hand

as I give it
reluctantly
back

unwilling
to let go

of your fingertips

our laughter
lost in a flock

of leaves

throwing themselves
against our bodies

and Time
(that took its time)

seemed now
in a hurry.

We now
forever

comfortable
with this intimacy

your breath
stroking my face with
its thank you.

All as if
weather & leaves

had conspired

to bring us
together

our voices
naked with desire

our footsteps
& shadows

so soon

mingling
into one.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whether-the-weather-3/