One leaf falls, slowly to the ground.
Back and forth it slides, until resting lightly on the grass.
The breeze shifts, changing direction and tempo.
Tapping a cadence on the rooftop with the branches of the trees.
A car passes quickly, blue.
With the sound of country music drifting from open windows.
The sun sets, drifts downward out of sight.
Orange light casts a glow along the street.
The air blows, crisp and cool.
Our sweaters and jeans as well as our embrace, keep us warm.
The swing squeaks softly, complaining of overuse.
Your eyes beckon with heat, dance with color.
Your gaze shatters all pretense of concentrating on something else.
The metal pieces sit scattered on the table.
Frozen in time on their tiny board of squares.
The dog sighs, rolls over, and slips back into her dreams.
The night unravels, each moment better than the last.
Our love, evident always, explodes in the beauty of the night.
