remember now
a twilight touch
(a sigh
the same as rain)
whispering a promise
to remain –
beyond the ease
of leaving
was the will
for letting go
were ever I
(a sorrow
still to know)

nights
wherein the daylight
streamed –
veins and lilac
spray
(to make of us
some other
sunny day)
laid beneath
the timbers
lush with muscadine
kisses
yet to trade
(another time)

. . .

Photo: Cherokee National Forest 2016