Susan & Stan (Scribbler)

on a country dirt road
cutting into the autumn wood
they strolled hand-in-hand enjoying
Indian Summer whilst they could

in the dusk of the day
with the dark come creeping,
the last rays of sun
on the horizon seeping.

soon fades over the hill
a blend of colors weep
as the wind moves the weeds
past them into shadows deep.

this side of the wood, in a meadow
grass hoppers and crickets wake
every little bug and critter adds
to the symphony of sound they make

Susan and Stan hesitate, stopping and turn in their tracks,
enjoying a moment of reverence for this "together" time
a squeezing of hands as they face each other smiling
joyous in each others company in a moment sublime.