cold on the beach, sharp winds,
no ferry in yet.

to set the valley,
low between hills,
and blossom.

the sun shone
deep upon us,
drifting conversation,
and we warmed.

we warmed with rabbits,
new butterflies
drying wings,
softly unfolded.

this is the green valley,
where pain recedes
with the importance
of nothing at all.

sbm.