Tonight

during a walk in the park
I find myself recalling outstretched arms.
A welcome. An embrace. A face
so pleased to see me.
And love, as steadfast as a tree.

I can’t exactly say how long we
remained in that embrace,
rooted to the spot,
feeling such comfort and delight
in the fading evening light.

Home now, I see, again,
those outstretched arms,
pick up my pen
and begin to write…