In View of a Kiss
Ah, April in Alabama,
was there ever a more glorious month to be alive?
After March has provided the moisture to spur on the colors now abundant,
azure skies provide the backdrop for the month of love
now smartly on display in the park.
Silently,
they sat on a bench near the waters edge,
the dappled shade of the live oak tree providing a mid-day camouflage
to the couple firmly entranced in one another.
I watched their eyes read each other's thoughts,
unblinking in discernment,
a willing concession to the fusion of two hearts.
Both seeing words that their voices had not yet spoken.
His left hand softly brushed the hair from the blush of her cheek,
and the gravity between them could no longer be resisted.
I think I closed my eyes at the same moment they did,
in remembrance of my own Aprils past,
when flowers heralded the celebration of love in bloom.
