Poem Prompts: Tremble

My crimson red chucks

dangled over the rushing waters,

beating against stones

hundreds of feet beneath me.

The softened reds of the sandy grounds

clash harshly from my shoes.

Beside mine,

are a pair of dusty brown boots

tapping the soles of my feet.

I look up and into her eyes.

A darker brown--

a softer brown--

a brown I could happily stare into.

A gust of wind blew past, blowing through her lavender hair.

I felt its patter through my jacket.

She shivered; trembled; jacketless.

Instinctively, I draped mine over her.

Her face went rosy as she huddled in the knitting.

A stronger gust of wind whistled by.

She clung onto the jacket, keeping it from the breeze.

I shivered; trembled; jacketless.

She chuckled, a soft, hoarse sound, and

opened up her arms. She invited me in.

I leaned onto her shoulder and retreated under my half of the jacket.

A last gust of wind blew, 

stronger than both its predecessors.

We both shivered; trembled; half jacketless

and laughed.