#22: Love Season

 —and I remember the day we crossed paths:

your auburn hair rustling out of your russet beret,

gently infalling upon your lunar face and stardust cheeks;

your fingers shyly unfurling like spring's daffodils,

I wonder how such small fingers

could rake clean my subnivean scarlet fears,

how such calm countenace could flicker me.

That day, like a leaf was I falling in to your tender hands.