little promised land: our love

the sweet scents of dandelion & bitter sweet mix of fresh orange & lemon juice

sounds of riverbeds below & birdsong above

these are the days we wished a star upon

morning breakfast & coffee with the cows - slipping them an orange… or three

the nudge of Sadie’s nose & the warm arms of my love on the other side

& a rare time where the moon & sun greet one another from across the way

those three sweet words that still set my soul alight, on the wake of our third year

still ringing home & back

& boy oh boy, what we did to get here

i chose him then & i choose him for all of my nows

an initiation into the wildest of natures.