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:

  1. Really beautiful poem!

    Abby @