In the crisp crunch of a dry leaf,

In the crisp crunch of a dry leaf,

Newly fallen,

Providing a bed

On which to walk.

Pure white

Virgin snow,

With only,

The tell tale marks

Of an early bird,

To mar its surface.

A full moon,

Pinkly hanging.

Filling the sky

With magic.

A herald

To a new day.

The smell

Of new mown grass.

A breeze, filled

With the rich scent of life.

The sound of laughter,

Filtered,

Behind closed curtains,

And the smile,

When knowing

Is shared, between lovers.

A kiss,

When lips still meet,

Even in the dark.

A romantic walk,

Across a night spilled park.

When, to sit in silence

Says more than words,

That is love,

For me,

Today.