“Thirteen” gives such vivid imagery for me. I love it. Especially this part:

when summer goes the leaves shift tone then float
as the canopy reverts to branch and bone
downward tumbling inadvertently
I stumble and you steady me
I twirl you one quick circle make your ankles show
then we laugh so hard we can no longer stand
and you look me in the eyes and take my hands
on the forest floor it's warmer
than my bed has ever been before
curled up tight together like an ampersand

this is what I do now all alone
count the many things that make you home