falling snow
douses autumn's fire
we lie down
among the ruins,
rekindling this flame
what we make of it
we maunder
down memory lane
immersed
in our shared story
so different, yet the same
I offer
a lacework of clear ice
to the sun
winter trickles between
my fingers into spring
small suns
of wild chamomile
embroider
our patchwork fields
with the scent of light
a necklace
of sea foam traces
the bay's curve
I pine for this amity
between earth and water
even scars
from avalanches heal
how then
to mend these ragged
edges of my past
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