A Tuscan Sky
Olive trees all around us
the warming sun illuminates
a mysterious walk
two strolling strangers.
One brief introduction
yet no words follow
as your warm smooth hand
grazes over mine.
Chills become clenched teeth
your head turns suddenly
I freeze like a deer in headlights
a small grin widens on your face.
The sun finally goes behind the hills
a radiance in purples, pinks, and reds;
framing your face in a soft chiffon light
rise into the lovely twilight.
Shadows move through the old lane
scurrying all about the buildings
A bottle of wine and glasses wait
Time for a toast to the Tuscan Sky.
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