My secret lies deep in the woods. The birch trees stand as sentries, strong thighs and wide eyes to watch for threat approaching. And yet it’s only me who comes, only me who seeks. Deep, deep, deep within along a pathless journey. I alone follow her heart beating, I alone settle the birch trees’ worries.
Beneath their strong arms she stands. A cobbled hut, forgotten. Walls puzzle pieced together with smooth rocks. A thatch roof, alive with every rustling breeze, exhales release. She sighs to see me.
I mind her in golden haze, light distilled in Autumn’s flame. Sweep the cobwebs, patch her cracks, prune the wildflowers. Wild as ever. Drown dust from her panes, ignite hearth and soul, clean her wounds. Gentle, tender.
She is me, and I her memory realized in waking reality. Protector, savior. A friend to dispel loneliness, to practice unbound selflessness. Enemy turned lover. Deep, deep, deep within along a pathless journey, I find our heart beating.
© Samantha Burgett 2023
Photo: Not birch trees, ha, but a photo I took last Autumn.
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