Sunlit Rose

Late in the evening
Lovers walking, holding hands
Through the mist of spring

Like a whisper from the void
The new leaves of the oak tree

And the strands of grass
Swaying in the steady wind
Rippling the water

Fracturing the full moon's light
The first frost on the window

Of the small tea shop,
It's been at that location
For over ten years

Her morning ritual
Always includes toast and jam

The edges are chipped,
China from the Goodwill Store
Costs very little

Pleasant daydreams surfacing
A smile upon his face

Passing a sunlit red rose
A butterfly leaves no trace