Passing Strange

In Spring

In Spring

by sloanranger

A day in spring

we walked alone

in love, our hands entwined.

A quiet wood

we came upon

where chance and love aligned.

A lilting brook,

blue wildflowers

scattered on the ground;

neither one of us

mistook

what it was we'd found.

In a forest glen

away from men

you laid me on the grass.

You took my face

our lips were graced

and then you held me fast.

The running brook,

our breath - the only sound,

as blue and green

the scent of spring,

and love...

flowed all around.