The night they met was windy warm.
The air rushed through awakened leaves
She wore her mother’s summer dress.
With verdant veins on rustling sleeves.
He found her swaying in the dark.
Blown and stirred by nature’s whim,
They talked and danced beneath the stars.
The whispering leaves relimned their hymn.
The couple met with soughing sighs,
Two leaves beneath the starry skies.