Romance caught her hair with a twist and twirl
as she stood in the barren field waiting for him,
she loved the way it felt;
his memories as gentle as tugs from the wind
in her wavy locks.
The sun washed a smile upon her face,
time that was once endless now darted toward the sunset
much as she did
when making out the hazy silhouette in the horizon;
it was him,
her love.
Steps were not fast enough,
she gathered the dark layers of her dress in handfuls
pulling it upward so it did not drag across the knobby ground
as she ran.
His calls rang out urgently, “Katherine! Katherine!”
Their hands embraced in a song that their hearts sung,
he lifted her so she could wrapped her legs around him;
They felt as one within a kiss,
captured in a black and white photograph
with weathered edges.
Author notes
prompt: katherine.
Happy Birthday!
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Comments
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Wow!
Absolutely stunning. I am swept on a journey, a dream. Brilliant tale you've penned here, I enjoyed it from beginning to end!
Bravo and thank you for entering!
♥ kate -
As Glenn said, it sure does bring to mind scenes from movies where the lady picks up all the lace from her dress so she can run to her sharp looking man wearing a full uniform.
Excellent imagery Ann as always, I never leave your page with a feeling of want.
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i saw this as a clip from gone with the wind beautiful scene indeed well don Ann lovely work
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