I.
Drowsy pupils
She asks me with a simple arch of an eyebrow
And a warm ex-pan-sive stretch
And a yawn that starts from her toes
Why
Why are you here
Now?
Her breathing quickens
Eyes no longer hazy
Focused
On me
She waits...
Soon, we're both giddy little girls
We're giggling - today
This moment
No one else matters.
II.
Amarillo
Gleaming with such eager brilliance
The beech leaves join us in our private riddle
They too giggle and whisper of previous visits by royalty
Finally, they are the on the pedestal
The Autumnal jewels
The gloating maples and oaks have shed their precious bounty
Red and Orange no more
The yellow scalloped leaves now own the canopy
And today's warm breeze evokes a tinny rustling.
She winks at me - I swear it's true
And suddenly we are one breath, one mind, one heart.
We're prancing
Revelling
Reuniting with nature and with ourselves
As we share this glorius gift
This walk, this journey
Together.
An Indian Summer Day, November 26, 2001.
