Meeting a secret lover behind the house
Today
the pines
stand silent
inviting me
deeper in
soft ground
underfoot,
my steps
are light.
There may be a way
through this forest
—it’s perhaps
where I end
the pines
stand silent
inviting me
deeper in
soft ground
underfoot,
my steps
are light.
There may be a way
through this forest
—it’s perhaps
where I end