Crossing The Brook

//crossing the brook

SNOW BLOOM

Their bones were icicles, that winter day.
Fresh drifts of snow blanketed rocks and trees.
They crossed a footbridge icy from brook spray.

It was their first time together away
from demanding responsibility.
Their bones were icicles, that winter day.

She was afraid they'd have little to say.
He had worked half the night. She felt giddy.
They crossed a footbridge icy from brook spray.

It wasn't a problem, is not today.
Somehow the unfolding came easily.
Their bones were icicles, that winter day.

Why love blossomed quickly, she could not say,
but he was fun, both witty and lively.
They crossed a footbridge icy from brook spray.

She's not psychic but she knew anyway,
felt right from the start, "He’s the one for me."
Their bones were icicles, that winter day.
They crossed a footbridge icy from brook spray.