golden (h)our

in my mind we laugh in a glowing field.

the sun laughs with us, peeking past a calm horizon as the day ends.

the wind smiles and lifts your hair past your ears; you look like you could fly.

the willow trees’ branches chase after the wind.

each time i visit this scene it changes, flowers wilting with the seasons, but you don’t.

i craft you a flower crown of different vines each time,

but you laugh identically,

like you always do,

and even the frogs seem to stop and listen.

the greenery around us fluctuates,

but the grass stains dotting your dress remain,

like they always do,

and you’re nature’s proudest work of art in the light.

time stops but only for us,

the sky still scheduled

and so the stars watch over us in a heartbeat;

you wish on them. i wish on you.