Languid light fell eery through the fulgent fog bank.
Crows called, wheeling in the glare.
We swing on rubber and chain
taking turns calling back
the chattering challenge.
I do not falter as your fingers find mine
while we walk, shoulders brushing.
Framed momentarily
in crunching autumn leaves.
For a while, I am completely happy.
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 9:26 AM UTC
Languid light fell eery through the fulgent fog bank.
Crows called, wheeling in the glare.
We swing on rubber and chain
taking turns calling back
the chattering challenge.
I do not falter as your fingers find mine
while we walk, shoulders brushing.
Framed momentarily
in crunching autumn leaves.
For a while, I am completely happy.
