golden brown

Beautiful long hair

tossing side to side

flowing in the breeze

warm and light.

Turning your chin

you might see me

crossing the street

my eyes turned away

embarrassed you’ll catch them

caught in a stare

I’m staring at your hair.

Drifting to the side

trying to pass you

and not touch you

have you notice

me watching.

Wind pushes me back

in your way

the narrow path

the grass that surrounds

feet wet and cold.

And now so frightened

so frustrated so determined

to be brave

but left failing

weak and wanting.

Fighting with myself

afraid to trip

and fall at your feet

I try to hang on.

Fighting against the changing winds

tossing your hair faster

pushing you along

past me

the moment passes

I lost again.

I turn and catch

a glimpse of your skirt

flowing in the breeze

warm and light

as you glide away

tossing your hair

side to side.