A selection from a forthcoming collection | Image by the author
by L.M. Browning | Visit the Bookstore»
The honey resin varnish
painted across the pine floorboards
glowed in the dawn light.
Walking through the still-night hush
passing from the warmly dim bedroom
toward the crisp air flooding the kitchen.
Framed in the open door,
I watched the slow river carry
the fishing boats out to sea.
You stood silhouetted on the deck beyond
within the morning mists of autumn,
your hair still feral from sleep.
The untamed beauty of utter contentment
fierce and soft, filling my heart.
Every moment after will aspire to this.