Bare feet tippy toe across the grass
as the cool breeze blows the hair across my face
The day slows down not moving too fast
just sitting in the sun, the clouds blowing at a moderate pace
leaves rustle as they tumble and fall
the crisp autumn air tickles my nose.
the sun sets slowly as the crickets call
and the ground feels velvety as I kneed it between my toes.
The shadows grow quickly across the turf
when the sun yawns and ducks behind the hillside
There is no greater place on earth
emotions rush in like a swelling springtide.
Tiny dots of light poke holes in the dark satin sky
looking and watching as the patterns above
trails of shooting stars streak by
This truly must be the feeling of love.