Literature
Truly Fall
Constellations reflect on the water's surface
The aroma of jasmine floats in the air
his hand, warm in hers.
He spins her around,
her skirt twirling out
like the petals of a flower.
Tall grass licks their legs
and lightning bugs wink in the distance
a summer breeze tugs at her long hair.
Again, she's in the circle of his arms
her slender hand lays over his heart,
pinned there by his hand.
Her blue eyes bore into his
whispering what neither can say
shining like the starlight above.
He dips her low, her back elegantly arching
they keep time to the soft music--
a symphony of crickets, frogs, and nightingales.
He can't h