Thursday, April 3, 2014

NaPoWriMo Day 3

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,

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.

1 comment:

For some reason I'm yet to fathom I'm unable to reply to comments left by others so thank you for dropping by and taking the time to read and comment. Merlene