by cricketjeff on September 6, 2011. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Who can concentrate on picnics with emotions in a whirl?
There’s a bench that’s almost rotten, in a small secluded glade,
Where a past was half forgotten and a better future made.
Now a pair, no longer children, are exploring once again,
Seeing things they never noticed in their world of “way back when”.
Far above a smiling presence lifts the twilight as it falls
On two unsuspecting creatures finding moonlight’s secret halls.
He has brought a box of chocolates, and a hope he hardly sees,
She has brought a cake she made him, and a promise not to tease.
So they sit to talk and nibble, by the table that they’ve found,
In a spot they’ve both forgotten is a plot of sacred ground.
They’ve returned here from their childhoods, just the latest in the line,
Who will fall in love forever while the Moon pours out the wine.