silver at morning sun scarred, blue brown in midday violet grey at dusk
pinecone-scattered beach footprints of geese in wet sand blanched driftwood slumbers a flat, amber stone gives off ancient, morning light who else has touched you
shy redbuds emerge in the wood’s soft, green corners a gasp of color
fitful wind spirits tease my cheeks, loosen wisps of hair friend or foe, you tire me
upturned rubber shoe damp patch of toilet paper a fish skeleton
flames of cardinals ignite the forest edges slender pine trunks creak
river, you watch us
with a glistening, ribbon eye
what do you remember
