the cushioned seats and inflated beats
the window cracked and the slippery December chill
glanced into our sitting like quiet falling leaves
as the sun descended behind the swollen green hill

the exasperated haze of a cerulean film
a lungful of our smitten reels
a crack of laughter to follow soon after
with silence ringing like clear warm water

simply sitting with knees tucked in
our hearts soaked with the softness of the moment
our chatter rustling like those December leaves
as our half-glanced smiles lift into the beat