often, wishes.

the daylight lengthened
just before they passed by
walking shadows
stretching further
than they ever touched

sometimes they crafted perfect scenarios

the magnificent wealth
of stationary time

the rich smells of wood smoke
and dinner simmering

the twinkling house
on a maple covered hill

moments departed
and finally returned
creeping silently
through a damp darkness
before the sun came home

and they sipped
the morning coffee
recounting wishes
with clouds hanging low
and sweetness in the dew

© 4.6.11 heather brager