Dear one,
  In the hush of the morning light
 I write a letter to you with
the fragrance of violets
and hope sunk into white stained
paper. I have a view of fledgling
 winter hanging off the pine
tree in my yard, careening
 back and forth, and I watch to
 comfort myself that you
're as happy as I can be.
   Forever yours,
 dear one.