I saw you again this morning
in the vibrancy of dawn that
coloured the mountain peaks,
tinting the coming day
with optimism
I heard your voice
in the birdsong you loved
whistling my reply
as you had taught me
with heartfelt joy
I felt your touch
on the breeze that paused
to touch my arm in passing
that gentle brush
of oneness
I smelt your scent
in the garden you created
earthy and native to
this great southern land,
belonging
It is only at night
I can no longer find you
left on my own
to count down the hours
until I see you again.
Really beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteAbby @ www.truebelovedblog.com