By Paul Burney
A gentle breeze stroked the magnolia’s branches
Sending delicate white petals off in a flurry
Fluttering to the ground
You were there among them,
Hands outstretched, dancing,
Grasping for the elusive flakes.
The sunshine in your chestnut eyes reflected at me.
Then as the wind faded you were gone,
Remaining only in the grin on my lips.