Rosehip Tea

Fading glow through an iced window
reminds of a day that tasted
of rosehips and sunshine,
sitting down to tea amongst the ferns,
lace, and cherry wood antiques.

A small exploration between semesters,
living on the kindness of strangers,
peanut butter and truck stops,
stopping for an afternoon
to taste a beer in a tiny bar and grill
tucked beneath giant spruce and coastal firs.

A chance meeting that led up a stone path
to a rough hewn cottage surrounded by rose bushes.

A girl. An afternoon dalliance.

A moment suspended in time,
in memory, forever rich
with the taste of rosehip tea
and winter sunshine through stained glass.