Remember the cabin set back in the trees hidden like rabbits among autumn leaves? In the window that looks out on the river there is a writer’s desk with printer’s ink and fresh flowers kissed by the sun.
Do you recall peaceful days we shared among the redwoods that spoke to us? Memories evoke such nostalgia for that ache, that fierce crushing devotion.
I left a heart shaped basket of seeds in the arch of a tree for the birds to scatter then I etched our names on its bark. I will always remember you and the cabin by the river, the sultry nights that I would dance for you, sheer layers floating to the herringbone floor.