woodsmoke
and somewhere
cedar is burning
a waiting reminded
of all I have known
of paths
through the waking
of wilderness wandered
I still feel
the briars
kissing my bones

at the scent
of blackberries
warm woolen socks
a bed turned
to facing
the love of the sun

patches
laid bare
within this returning
stitched into pattern
my favorite
one

I remember the chill
your breath
was just catching
and I was a moment
held you
this way

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