loves.day

the orchard hummed; somewhere two strangers became unstrangers.

a letter sealed with wax shaped like a small bee.

the orioles return; everything in the field leans east.

a pomegranate split — inside, more sky than was expected.

a bride dreamt sideways above a wheat field.

two hands clasped, fingertips became evening light.

the beekeeper unsealed the hive; the air, all gold.

someone whispered a fado into a folded apron.

the constellation called “the unsent letter” rose at 9:14.

a fig opened into a small, perfect galaxy.

a pressed wildflower, found between two prayers.

the orchard's first pomegranate was gifted, not eaten.