Country Lane
 

Country lane; the edge of fall,
And, barefoot you and I hand-in-hand,
On the edge of paradise,
Dusty toes kicking at a black beetle,
Twenty four hour conversation,
Flowing like the stream,
Blowing like the wind,
Leaves dancing,
Sunlight angles,
Amber lights, amber lights,
Soft summer breeze,
We’ve fallen now,
Into tall grasses,
One chance; one glance,
Two smiles;
It’s Fall!
What can you expect!
When it’s You!

 

Peter Lowell Paulson
September 10, 2013