Shuffling along the lane

his plain black jacket, flaps in the wind.

skipping in the darkness, wearing her new white dress

she sparkles

like a snowflake, her fuzzy outline

becoming, as he wipes his glasses clean.

lifting her arms up to the moonlight, pressing her cheek

against his woolly sleeve

her youthful freshness, washes over him

exhilarating, like reaching the mountain summit

spring in full bloom.

their shadows join - under the beam of the street lamp

guiding them home.

By Belinda Johnston