Lady in Green

Lady in Green
By Leslie Noyes

sitting all alone in a bistro at noon, she was beautifully wrinkled, a smile for the ages.

Similarly alone, yet slightly less wrinkled, I claimed a seat in a nearby booth.

Waving my fingertips to catch her attention, I complimented her vibrant style,

Told her that particular shade of green suited her well, that she looked lovely.

She blushed an innocent shade of rose, saying, “Then I will wear it every day.”

We ordered, then discussed the importance of kindness as we munched our separate

Salads. I asked if she’d let me take her picture. There was that blush again.

After wiping a smudge of ranch dressing from the corner of her mouth she nodded permission.

It didn’t occur to me until I’d left the cafe that I should have asked her name.

I shared the picture of my anonymous lunch companion in a snapshot post a few days ago. The more I thought about her, the more I knew she needed her own poem. 

My suggestion to my readers–find someone and tell them they’re lovely. Watching them blossom will make you feel lovely, too.

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

3 thoughts on “Lady in Green”

  1. A wonderfully gentle poem, super stuff…mind you, taking your message with me as I walked down to the newsagent, I spotted a tattooed, shaven headed, muscular builder type. I told him he looked lovely. A head butt later I realised the folly of my choice!

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