Autumnal Equinoctial
A hug and greeting led the way for that couple by the lake. Spending autumn’s last warm noon loosing themselves in the depth of sunlight dancing in their eyes. No water sparkles brighter, no lake sits deeper than where they drifted that hour. He smirked, she laughed. She flattered, he blushed. But ne'er was a touch made that wasn’t destined for a another day.
~ Medicine Mask Poet










