Poem: Feeling of Love

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.