Petals from cherry blossoms flutter through streams of morning sunlight. Katja shivers and asks, “Musst du gehen?”
I don’t answer. “Are you cold?”
The light tumbles through her long hair, shadows shaken. “Ich will mit dir spazieren gehen.” Her slow smile spreads concertedly.
Gravel crunches under our feet. A bird sings forlornly, hidden in the trees.
Too much to be explained. Instead, I consider sparkling motes and blooms, not falling, but dancing.
“Wann kommst du zurück?”
Would an answer be considered a promise? By whom? A petal clings unnoticed to Katja’s blouse, its tip the color of her lips.
“Soon.”
Picture is copyright by Christopher Kreymborg. (100 words)
Impressive incorporation with the use of German language, it seems so beautiful when you express them in your writings.Loving the way that you write. Hope to see more from you. Have hope, write on!
Thank you, Z. Glad you enjoyed my drabbles.
You are welcome 🙂