You taste like a promise kept. All you can eat without regret. You sound like a song unsung but one desired by everyone. You feel like home to me inside your arms I’m safe and free.

In autumn when leaves blanket my yard I hope unlike most others for rain before I rake The added mess of raking wet leaves is much preferred for it hastens their decay and olfactory air Intoxicating I inhale my youth forest floor of Hanson’s woods…