Scent of spring in the air as I drove the highway south.
by Allen T. Hunt
Patches of fresh cut grass and apple blossoms caught me reminiscing to my youth.
She baked the cookies with loving care and sold them with smile.
I sat nearby sipping my steaming brew and watched her for awhile.
Such a sweetness and vivaciousness with everyone that came by,
And in a caught up moment she was holding a young mother's babe.
Peering over my newspaper, suddenly Sugar Plum's eyes caught mine.
With an exhilarated sigh, I lowered my eyes and my heart began to race.
I ask her for when at the days end; if she would go for a walk with me.
She readily agreed to my amaze and I felt a tingling in my knees.
We strolled the park and fed the ducks and then it started to rain.
Standing dwarfed under an ageing oak, I watched a single drop
Fall slowly and lovingly from her wet blond curls.
Our eyes met again and I kissed her on the cheek, and yet only half my age.
If I could freeze this moment in time, I will never turn another page.
But past memories told and reality holds, and to Sugar Plum I must say goodbye.
A lesson to learn and now to discern; don't give away what your heart won't deny.
In days ahead and for many reasons I must refrain and always be brave,
But one thing's for certain, before I close life's curtain.
I'll take this celestial memory to my grave.