Unforgotten

him - meeting of fate

Winter and Fall

are devilish,

mischievous partners

that play cruel pranks

on unsuspecting

passersby.

In fact, as I trekked

through familiar woods

the gusty Fall wind

pushed me heartily

and I fell in damp leaves,

staining my jeans

with running green streaks

and patches of mud,

but it was as my eyes rose

towards the glaring sunlight

that peered through

leafless, spindly tree branches

that I saw you.

A wind-spun halo

of golden hair,

pixie-dust freckles

lightly sprinkled across

the bridge of your nose,

and eyes that reminded me

of glossy chestnuts.

How oddly orchestrated

this meeting of fate,

I thought.