Alongside a beach

When i looked outside of my window
on that day
(which then became
the last day of
winter)
the only thing
that i could see through the
thick, mystical arctic fog
was this.

You had
rounded up
all of
the tall fir trees
that grew alongside
the beach
on our small
island
and made them
into the most
beautiful crown
in all of
history.

Apple cake

There was a time
when
we climbed the apple tree
and each
bruise
was like
Christmas morning;
celebrated,
heart-breaking
-never forgotten.