Taking refuge from clapping thunder
under an awning, striped, faded,
she glanced at her watch and wondered
if his tardiness meant he was jaded.

No, she was determined not to think
in her past life negative fashion.
Did she not dare to dress in hot pink,
after earth-tone years lacking in passion?

Rain sheets fell slanted, pelting the streets.
She squinted, her eyesight was blurry.
“Will you share my umbrella, my sweet?”
he said, “I hope you were not worried.”

At a table for two, fireside,
he asked her to become his bride.

Poetic Asides
April Challenge – Day 14
Write a sonnet

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Sheltering

  1. Green Speck says:

    This is romantic … loved it !!!


  2. Myrna Zach says:

    Ah, really sweet


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