Remember the cabin among the trees hidden like rabbits resting in nests of autumn leaves? By the window that looks out on the river there is a writer’s desk with printing ink and fresh flowers on the sill, froths of tenderness kissed by the sun.
Can you recall the warm days we shared among redwoods that spoke to us? The memory evokes such nostalgia for that ache, fierce with crushing devotion. I left a heart shaped basket of seeds in the arch of a tree for the birds to scatter. I will always remember you and the cabin by the river, the sultry nights I would dance for you, sheer layers floating to the herringbone floor.