Fianna and Dagwood are in love

That’s the start of a story

From long, long ago.

Fine baby, fine me,

and we can do whatever the spilling butterfly nets we want.

I will follow your bread dough heart.

You’re like a fresh croissant,

or seeing pink wind in the autumn heart trees.

Our names are burned deep into the trees,

the trees that cannot fall.

I am in your tree,

and I will not forget you,

Dagwood.

Pink wind blows in the autumn trees

Pink smoke from bonfires tickles the senses

Pink hearts are drifting in the air

Cool mellow air

Mellow fervor

Earth’s stillness waiting for winter’s blasts

Waiting in pink.

I laughed like a child among those trees

Running after you, to grab you and show you

My origami world I’d made just for you

I wanted to hand you a sky just like today

I wanted to give you myself.

For a while, our hands met in the trees,

Bounding in the leaves,

Then you cut loose and flew ahead,

Too fast, too far

My calls melted in the pink trees

Now ashy and black with dusky

I run, trip, wander,

Calling your name,

Fianna!

But I fear it’s too late.

Winter has come

Pink turned to brown, then white,

Never-ending white

Ice kisses

I call to tell you goodbye

As my spirit melts back into the trees,

Waiting.