Sweet Meadow Memories

Laughter arising, bubbling up from deep down. A joyous ruckus. Wiping the tears from my face and looking over the courtyard. Spellbinding.

Sitting with new friends. Laughing about days that we met. Stories evoking unique and familiar voices. Laughter about flighty gestures. Trilling over romances begun with clumsy steps.

Gaped and gasped at outrageousness during bleak times. Our sighs filled the space. Smiles for sweetly cherished memories. Blushes.

Tears for past and present loses, and those to come. Chirps for every moment spent together; every story gained.

Contemplation over new things to come. Thoughts spoken, concerns aired, ideas tossed to the pile. Hard to tell what we would act on. Never knew what was in store.