Poems by Patricia Petro

Anticipation
laced with expectations
and a wary heart
blinded breathless
in the sunlight
melted into calm ease
when I saw him
smile.

Him—pleased?
And me with amber
spiraling in my eyes
stood an eternity
in a moment
in yellow warmth
our first hello
sweet like peaches
or fat roses
on a new day in spring.

Such tenderness
when first we met
braided together
soft scent of vanilla and affection
hopes for happiness renewed
enlivened by the warmth
from the glow around us
and the feel of his hand
taking mine.