My fingers stroll through the photographs as I recall
each moment that has been frozen in time.
I spread them out, recollect each lovely memory,
its laughter, its color, its sweetness; sleepy
lakes where we camped and fished, sat watching
dragonflies and birds drop in and out of view.
I picture scenes of us walking alongside free-spirited rivers,
squirrels chattering as we create a pinecone sculpture
to mark our passing through this place.
Cedar tree scents embellish the air as we journey, holding hands.
Poplars huddle in one space, as if in deep discussion,
and I whisper that I imagine trees plotting, planning,
exchanging rumors; we laugh together.
The path winds among ferns, trees, dancing shadows.
We silently savor what God has created, feel His touch,
enjoy the calming effect upon us.
We spot glistening webs, see soft blankets
of moss upon trees, you say they look like miniature lawns.
As I stroke the moss, you lean in and place a kiss
upon my neck, whisper that you love me, and the world stops.
Thoughts stored within my mind, now drawn out softly
like a silk thread as I finger each photograph;
rich opalescent moments captured
by camera, and my mind’s eye.
Saffron dawns may light up the morning skies,
and softened sunsets may stir a soul,
but my memories illuminate my heart.