I wrote to you in broad bold letters.
I wrote it on a tree.
You know the one, remember
—it called to us from the middle of the garden.
Sassafras: our secret token.
Winter's stillbirth is soon upon us,
and our placement in the sun in peril.
But I have whispered it all to stones
now ****** into the sea.
Remember the tree, and pray I live long enough to dream in its hollow.
Inspired by the disappearance of the Roanoke Colony in 1580's America.