of trees
along the trail
who's leaves stole
the words
escaping our lips.
They held our breathless banter
poised. Waiting.
And from the bridge
of a would be rainy kiss
we stood
when the colors peaked
and you let me I confiscate
with my eyes a reflection
in yours
of leaves like words...
these silent
words between us,
descending
to the ground.
A blanket of color
nourishing the soil
from which they came.
Giving~
sustaining
the life
in the midst of
you and I.
And now I wake to the day late rain washing the sleep from my eyes and I ask it...
"Why did you take so long?"
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