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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 drift of morning frost settling down to meet me.

You are ever there;

but like the rain, the thawing frost, 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 from 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 growing brighter with you;

autumns turning calmer with you;

winters opening new beginnings;

and springs blossoming through you –

forever flourishing from your love.