Park Bench

A sweet poem about when two first meet.

The wind was cold

Chilled with an edge of rancor

It glazed my hair with frost

My already ruddy cheeks turned raw

The world burned a dull gray

My coat was thin

My scarf was frayed

Like the strands of silent cobweb

I shuddered as the frigid breaths of sky

Blew past my face 

The park was empty

Trees lined like solitary soldiers

I sat down on the splintered bench

Rubbing my numb fingers

So cold

Cold

You walked by 

In faded blue jeans and a sweatshirt

Your sneakers pattered the ground

Like a thousand wishes

And you sat next to me

On that splintery park bench

The street rained with cars

Your silent huffs drummed in my ears

I turned and said, "Hi"

Though your eyes were hidden under locks of hair

I could see a sparkle

A glimmer flash

You smiled

My fingers grasped the seat

The park bench trembled under our weight

You replied, "Hi" back to me

And thus began our talk

We spoke for hours

And the park bench warmed

I loved the way your hair

Swept over your eyes

A shining green

The cold dispersed, I

And all I could see was your laugh

The way you thrust your head back

And you chest heaved

The wind seemed to vanish

After the sun began to stream

Past the foggy hills

You had to leave

You turned your head back and said

"Let's meet again,"

I said, "Here," and you smiled

You left, scuffling your sneakers against the pavement

It became cold again

But I smiled

Knowing that is was a special place

This park bench

Because that's where I met you

Author's Note

Ug...this poem is kind of boring. Sorry, I made it up on the spot.