Fairytale Beginnings
Edenic-winds release brash Autumn’s kiss
— a mellifluous flutter of gold leaves.
The confetti-glitter surrounds their hearts,
a-shimmering around the swoon of bliss.
The fall of rushing birds and gust of wings.
They land on high, soft-soap — the pair surprised,
as skin to skin of chilly-cheeks ascend.
A bright and cheery folk a-blush — love springs.
Though skies are gray — a storm prevails, yet she
has clear blue eyes and his are heather-green.
The lightning spoke a-twirl with hands held tight.
O nature sings with all its tricks to thee.
The vortex lifts — the dance of lover’s spree.
Her hair awash — the silk brunette does float.
The handsome beau - his breath hangs on the tow
in ecstasy —they fly — so light — so free.
11/1/2018
soft-soap - flatter, persuade
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