Spring Morning Smiles

Springs can be chilly
in our little town
- blowing bubbling breezes
and pinching our noses
if we got up too early
and went to walk
along the Main Street
before the shops
woke up and cracked open
their sleepy window eyes

I would wear my old yellow coat
and you would tell me I looked
like a sunflower

We would trade glances
and little feathery smiles
and you would tell me stories
- good morning fairy tales  
featuring the two of us

And then we would stand
for the longest time
by that stone fountain
in the centre of our world
and wait for the Sun
to warm us
to warm

your fingers and mine