As the seasons seem to drift past us…
Quietly, yet with strength in their stance:
I see you.

It’s the weather;
it’s how the leaves fall from the trees;
how the sun warms my skin;
how the rain washes away stubborn stains
of yesterday’s storms;
the soft dance of snow floating down to meet me.

You are ever there;
but like the rain, the melting snow, and the sunlight on my skin,
I can’t grasp you in my hands.
I can’t pull you close, where you’d accept me with tender eyes
and a strong, loving embrace.

In May, the wind adorns my memories;
it reflects your face in the sky and the sea.
When I check my reflection –
for windswept strands –
I see parts of you looking back at me.

Numb fingers in July;
they distract the ache in my chest.
But I accept you in each day,
for I know you see me –
you see me and my seasons.

Summers made brighter by you;
autumns calmer with you;
winters allow new beginnings;
and each spring, every flower thrives through you –
forever flourishing from your love.