Love in a vase

I nestle in my chair,
easily comforting, this support
surrounded by the forests embrace
soaking up warmth,
lightpores glistening
the trees, beckoning

Roses,
ghost Dance
Her color, spirited

Beating Heart, streams this,
flowing the forest
floor
Flows like music too
my perked ear
relaxing back

I cry, rivers of gratitude
these waterways splashing
in travel, the fluid

Motions forward
penned paper, parachuted parchment
drops, dew upon petals, my rose
the presence a gift
we shirk our ghosts
and come to life,

Within our cabin
our mountainous home
Ghosts are set free