Photo

Caught behind the lens red handed
Smiling awkwardly
You know I am looking at you
Hair swept back in the breeze
Casually beautiful
Arms outstretched to the trees
Which lean down around us
Friendly and forgiving
Your cheeks are two pink circles
Your nose a cherry button in the cold
Eyes are half shut
The flash must have been bright
Your skin a perfect bronze
But you don't think so
The leaves are caught
Forever in one position
Some staring idly
Others drifting from the trees
They hang in limbo
Permanently suspended in the autumn air
The picture is soon to sit
On a mantle
In the dusty pages of an album
To be opened years later and laughed at