A warm cup of coffee
Finds familiar grounds
As the fog rolls out,
Where conifers reach
Towards another
Stellar day.
Still,
I recall us
Standing there
Where love began,
Smiling like suns
Just newborn
Into light.
Home,
We embrace
Each corner
Stitched in cobwebs
That endless quakes
Could not unravel,
Nor disturb.
This article appears in Owls of the Bell Tower.