Again
The sky
Cyan blue, and endless
Layered with whipped-cream clouds
Flowers
Spring up, everywhere
buds of beauty
A gift of nature
The soft, loamy earth
Produces the bright green
Of grass
Trees
Burst into vibrant life
Emerald and fern, cherry pink and pure white
Their buds
Float down
Spinning, whirling
All around
In my small community
A safe haven from the large, crowded world
It is truly beautiful
To watch
As nature comes alive
It is spring
And you are not here to see it
I want to see you
Somewhere
In the delicate shadows
under the petals of a tulip
The spark of a snapdragon
The waves of grass, bending to the wind
The rustle of forest green leaves
In a playful breeze
The angelic cream
Of a white-flowering tree
The sweet scent in the air
Or the heavy humidity of a downpour
The wild beauty of a storm
In the spring
In the new life
I know you must be somewhere
But I don’t know how to find you
Light as a feather
Free as the breeze
Hovering low, watching
On grey days
On the clear ones
Dancing through the heavens
Free, from the confines of gravity
Of society
Of body
It must be wonderful
To fly, to soar
As fast as your heart desires
To be one with the ethereal clouds, the great blue
Dome
Up and up and up
Away from the world, all its scruples and woes
And people who miss you
I have always
Longed to fly
So I envy you
If that’s where you truly are
But I am bound to earth, and its society
So I live my life
With gusto
Look up
Whenever possible
And search for you
It is nearly a year
Now
Since you left
It seems impossible-
But
Once again
It is a warm spring
The time of beauty
Color
Freedom
Life
I want to feel that way
But
All I can think of
Is you
For the time of new life
Was your death
And I cannot forget
So
I huddle into myself
Walk alone
Look up
Smile, because it is spring
Again
Cry, because
I miss you
Forever
And however I try
I can’t
Find you
Anywhere
But
Everywhere
For I know that you
Are the green of the trees
The cool of the breeze
The roses, the soft grass
The endless sky
You are energy
You are free
And you are
Happier
Now
But
It is not the same as
Hearing your voice
It is
Beautiful spring
I am happy
You are the spring
But
I still
Feel
A hole
Inside me
Where you used to be
There is no answer to this
Dilemma
All I can do is
Tell myself lies
So
I walk alone
Think of you
And gaze
At the beautiful blue