your hand in mine
and a million miles
of sand and waves and sky
swirl around your smile.
the smell of autumn
with roasted coffee beans
and smoky haze swelling
through gold-crimson trees.
sticky, cinnamon rolls
warmed near our hearth
while our ice-chipped boots
bite the snow and earth.
naked branches blossom
in rosy pink and white
we dance down the sidewalk
and all the world is bright.
Pen and Fire 