I Said Nothing

Could say nothing when I met her last time in the deafening din of our shying hearts demurring minds. This time... we both amidst the roses red and bright chrysanthemums under the green bower stood silent watching each other. I heard the bussing sounds of umpteen lips of gentle breeze touching her forehead and beheld an annoyed strand of curly hair dangling across her face as if brushing aside the mischievous zephyr. Then lo came sailing through the flowing winds a withered leaf of last Autumn and fell on her feet, as if she waited all the season for this moment of salvation. Suddenly a cool drizzle embraced us both with thousand hands and the sky winked a lightening! This time too could say nothing... but waded my hesitant steps through lazy silence and grinding quandary and my hands folded around her. In the yonder a wrinkled cloud growled low and from a distant bough a warble crooned some hurried tunes looking around with rolling eyes. I smiled at her... she smiled at me... we needed no more words!