hope

rare birds sing

your face is bathed in a yellow glow 

oat milk hot chocolate

or maybe mint tea

sits cooling in our favorite mug

it’s raining today

but the sun will be out in the morning 

maybe we’ll go apple picking 

and spend the evening under piles of blankets

as the kitchen fills with the scent of apple pie

maybe we’ll spend every morning 

picking apples and 

carving pumpkins and

planting flowers and 

making pancakes 

maybe we’ll spend every morning 

together