It's Still Life

Those Early Years

I am 60 years more than I was then, inhaling life, and out in the middle of nowhere. We fled the city for the shadows in foothills, camping under soothing stars and between the wide feet of trees. We toasted bread with licks from open flames. Made velvety stew, thick and sweetened with red peppers – they added heat, a hint of Hungarian smoke; it warmed like a love for sunshine. And all through those dense summer months and long green days, we walked in wildness.

dark green lives in shadows
and icy white river paths —
the years are washed away

Sunday Whirl wordle words: cask, foothills, velvety, stew, red, sweet, adds, smoke, touch, sunshine, months, long — and dVerse Haibun Monday #33 “a feast”