Early snowflakes wedged between fingers

Melt, rolling down your wrist,

Settling on a stone in that bracelet —

Reflecting in a starburst

Of orange-red leaves

Your face caught in the partial sun,

Flakes dripping from our maple tree.

Smearing these colors into the sky,

Reflecting them into the ocean,

Tracing your silhouette on the beach.

Fine sand blends between toes,

Tiny specks caught in your nails,

As the speaker unveils the song.

The tune carries in the waves —

Whiffs of sandalwood-rose from your neck,

Jasmine from your hair.

I imagine your presence in the room,

Where these fleeting moments with the tune

Become the world —

Greater than the argument from last evening.

Memories resonate in a songline

As I weave them together.

The hummingbird embraces 

One end of the line, 

Plucks, and lets go —

Transforming my mosaic’s rhythm

Into the song’s pulse 

Tessellating in indigo and burgundy.

And I wonder if the pulse reached you

At the other end of the line.