A powerful little poem of transformation, I feel. The "elder tree glows down" gives it a strong intention toward regeneration and magical union. (I love that the tree reproduces from any part.) It has strong mythological significance that overhangs the poem. The "crinkling crackling sun" seems almost a response to it, along with the "you as me" and "I am you" ..."bewitched".. I also love "where the moon should be". As if standing there during the new moon...or perhaps obscured by clouds...it is a beautiful concept. And of course the form makes point of coming to the point...

I love stuff like this. Especially when it's done well. Excellent work, sir.