The Hush Beneath the Oaks

The rain fell soft—
 

The world around me
hushed
beneath the oaks.
 

And then you came,
a shimmer
through the misty rain
on steady yellow wings.
 

No fear remained.

Only calm.
 

The quiet knowing
that we were held.
 

Your presence wrapped
the moment
in peace—
a blur between this world
and somewhere unknown.
 

You are the yellow
I have always loved,
the shade that blooms
when words fall short.
The light
in the things I keep.
 

If you come again,
bring the rain.
 

Bring the hush.

Bring the oaks.

Bring yourself.
 

And I will be listening.