Toes In The Water
Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2022 2:15 pm
Sitting by the blushing edge of a tree-charmed pond
one warmish evening two wished would linger on,
the minty glint of Mandi's dream-scented evergreen eyes
hint that life is needled with sugary worry and sigh,
choices to decide, blissful errors to make,
lessons to teach and learn--but not at our little lake.
Here sweet nothings mean something: a quick fish-kiss,
bear-hug, rock-skip or tickle-snuggle-leap-and-chase,
like feathers shed and nest forgotten, so face-to-face
songbird hearts in freeplay can splash away dirty nervous--
witness true lovesick kids getting their bare feet wet
stirring velvet sky tears...reflecting a moon-shy sunset.
one warmish evening two wished would linger on,
the minty glint of Mandi's dream-scented evergreen eyes
hint that life is needled with sugary worry and sigh,
choices to decide, blissful errors to make,
lessons to teach and learn--but not at our little lake.
Here sweet nothings mean something: a quick fish-kiss,
bear-hug, rock-skip or tickle-snuggle-leap-and-chase,
like feathers shed and nest forgotten, so face-to-face
songbird hearts in freeplay can splash away dirty nervous--
witness true lovesick kids getting their bare feet wet
stirring velvet sky tears...reflecting a moon-shy sunset.