© 2015 by L.M. Browning 

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.

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