The year we shaped our lives in the redwood forest,
you brought a wounded salamander inside to heal.
We gathered woodsy things, thistles and pinecones.
We made rose-hip syrup, dried the last of the herbs.
I decorated the cabin in an ensemble of earth tones,
a spicy blend to match the fires you built in the hearth
and the scent of the East in the ma’amoul baking. Our
seasonal hibernation was swathed in sweets and books.
Our winter warmed on the gold-dust of our love.
© 2016, poem, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved; photograph, mamoul: biscotti libanesi, by fugzu under CC BY 2.0 license
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
Well, here we are in my part of the world waking up to cold mornings and enjoying it. Over my morning coffee I was remembering particularly enjoyable winters and pondering what I’ll write about this winter. In prose or poem, tell us about a favorite winter memory. If you feel comfortable to do so, share it – or a link to it – in the comments section below. All work shared on theme will be published here next Tuesday. You have until Monday evening at 8 pm PST to respond. Have fun!
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