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!
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