her gown, soft and snowy white against a curtain of green,
a cascade of petals shimmering in the summer rays like layers of petticoats,
the soft gentle scent of her perfume wafts on the current, greeting those who stop to greet her...
like an old friend she is there to welcome them with an upturned smile...
his embrace encompasses her in one quick moment, a return of a summer friend,
her dance partner, her suitor... she is happy and begins to sway in his gentle grasp...
two unlikely partners
lost in the magic of meeting again...
he takes her hand, and they being their dance again, moving to and fro with no regard for who is watching them, they resume their dance as they have done across the years together,
he softly guiding her into a waltz of gentle affection...
she nods, they sway and lose themselves in each other for this graceful moment... of white roses...
