The Picnic
Our blanket is spread in just the right place,
and the sunlight through the leaves
dances gleefully on your face.
The season’s change is coming,
but not on this uncertain day.
A slight chill is in the breeze,
it only hastens our love’s play.
The wine and cheese patiently await their fate,
as we explore the possibilities
and just how well we both relate.
Consumed with each other,
we don’t need a referee.
And we constantly affirm
just how fit “the fit” can be.
As expected and desired
we linger lovingly with each caress,
as we will with this memory
that forever we’ll possess.
A note from Chris
I wrote this poem on the occasion of a most beautiful blue sky day and picnic at a park near my home. The photo is used with permission from Trey Ratcliff at www.stuckincustoms.com. Stuck In Customs is the number one travel photography blog. This photo was taken by Trey in Auckland, New Zealand and he calls it “The Harmony Garden”. What a tranquil setting for a picnic with that special someone!
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Chris – that is the kind of picnic worth writing about ~lovely
Thanks Leslie…. and did I mention that there’s wine and cheese too?