on the horizon
paled hair, long and flowing and silvery in the winter sun
it sways in rhythm with your stride
your eyes a clouded blue, yet piercing and bright
brows thick and straight
ears pink from the cold, jut out from either side of your face
freckles kiss your forehead, your wind-chapped cheeks, nose, and chest
a strong and elegant body
hands, large calloused and worn reveal you are a child of the earth
your jaw cuts a sharp line as your head turns to meet mine
you smell of fallen leaves, of pine forests, campfire, and morning dew.
your red flannel is worn thin
in the spot where I find peace
once again.