In the Park

The slow budding, turn up of coloring; the tincture in pinks, yellows, magnolia greens, and bluer skies. Smile of eyes and mountain cheeks; a Springtime elixir. Winter white and tawny skin absorbing sunny dyes. She leans against the grand old oak, invoking a look. The umbrella will soon cascade; lithe limbs of plush green. School days, encroaching on playtime’s evergreen yearbook. Cassie’s sleeveless wardrobe contrasts with season; serene. The dandelions coaxing; red-rosiness of hair. A dew-like rain gently tickles; surging honey bees. This robin hums sweetly; will she meet harmony; pair. John joins her freckles dot-to-dot; his eyes lemon squeeze. All about them, in the park, a buzz and tweet; sweethearts. They could meet; is he even in her class? Matters not. She stands out in due season; perhaps when Summer starts? Linger not, John, till Fall-Winter season; take a shot!