panoramic landscape.

a forest of pines
sporadic oaks
infiltrating. our feet crunch
already dead
leaves of red + orange.

climb the hill
together
while i pick tall grass
yellow ochre nerves
picked apart.

the bench
allows us to be close
enough
without touching.
you say

i look cold
and i am
in my heart
but we stay
because i need to see

a majestic view
a silent expanse.