
We kicked through leaves
along the timberline
sometimes
your hand found mine
you teased
and chased
I let you catch up
pull us together
swinging an off-kilter circle
laughing
playing
we fell to the ground
laying halfway on top
one leg between mine
you smoothed hair from my eyes
said, stay with me
I held your face
enthralled
answered,
forever
tender lips brushed mine
all the world spiraled away
the earth stayed its motion . . .
mowed hay dressed the airand I loved you.
wanda morrow clevenger© 2011