There you are in a seemingly unlikely spot,
tending to your babies the way I tended to mine.
You watch me, watching you, wishing gentle
thoughts and finally, walking away.
soft, blue skies
late sunsets
pink and yellow and red and purple
tender grass
rainy afternoons
thunderstorms
the smell of soil
cool mornings
shades of green
baby bunnies
a robin’s blue egg shell
carrots from the farmer’s market
All those cold, grey months you slept so soundly in the frigid
silence of snow. I saw you in my day dreams and you are even
more stunning than I remembered.