Friday, December 31, 2010

That was when

A brilliant burst of Victorian blooms
awash with late afternoon dapple
stopped me in my mindless tracks
that cold, November day

held me at length
in breathless rapture
as, through my eyes,
life thrilled me
 with a kaleidoscope 
of spring's flowers
That was when
you asked
my name

then told me
in your almost shy way
that it was like
the sunlight
on a naturally radiant garden

I think that was when
I fell in love