your hand in mine

outer slow stroll commenced

Under our playing the cloud visions

real trees in a cold breeze

only this dance of diversions and

collecting seconds

using any opportunity to slow down yet

lasting pause that observed

arrangements of environments of enthusiasm

rallying the good feeling

keep on following visions

inside this familiar atmosphere

nestled beside a mountain of hope

during the last warm day of the week

now I want it to last and be

endless as a kind hug

she is the glow of sunshine

she is the fire of my own heat