Stirring in the Air

J. Rowe
'Tis a cold evening in December
Oblivous as they most certainly are
Passers-by could not possibly know
Something is stirring in the air

He stares at the silver train in awe,
It hisses and grinds to a stop
He stands motionless anxiously awaiting,
He knows something is stirring in the air.

She gazes out at the open platform,
She walks down the cold metal steps,
The snow crunches underneath her feet,
She knows something is stirring in the air.

Their eyes meet and they become one,
She wraps her arms around his back,
Their lips touch as they slowly kiss,
Love is stirring in the air.

Tis a cold evening in December
Oblivous as they most certainly are
Passers-by could not possibly know
Something is stirring in the air

Published by J. Rowe

Born and raised in the Hudson Valley region of New York I now reside in Western New York where I am a student as well as a freelance writer and avid traveler.  View profile

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