Hesitation
measures the depth of one’s
fear giving just enough time
before the words slip out of
mind. 

I watch
as breeze turns into a blow,
as breath becomes ripples
and falls in soft undulating
folds-  

I cherish the moment
when I first laid eyes on you,
cause that’s when my heart
leapt and sang.

 

Photo credits: Mira Nedyalkova Photography

I chose the letter ‘H’ and the word hesitation came to mind.
Also linking to Hedgewitch’s Friday 55

Posted for Karin’s prompt @ Real Toads