in the pale pink clouds of the sunrise
in the purple crocuses, unearthing
in the bud of the pussy willow
and the bloom of the tulip
and the sprout of the daffodils-
I see you
when the birds sing their song out my window
when the rain starts to dance on my roof
when the park down the street is once again full
with the laughter and chatter of children-
I hear you
in the gentle caress of the sun
in the morning dew on my skin
in the dirt under my fingernails
and the cool air of dawn
opening my lungs to another day-
I feel you
you’re in the spots of the fawn,
and the bubbling brook
and the nest full of turquoise eggs
you’re in the cry of the lamb
and the sky full of geese
and the smell of a world
waking up
every year, a fresh start
every spring, new birth
every season, you tell us your story-
of redemption and life
of hope and of light
conquering a darkness so full and so deep
as the grass grows green
and the zinnia’s blossom
you remind me you keep your promises
like the sunlight, you’ll return
like the rain, you will cleanse
like the birds, you will fill us with song
though two thousand springs have come and gone
and you’re still not back for your bride
no matter how long, no matter how harsh
this winter will come to an end
so i wait, and i watch,
with a heart full of hope-
knowing soon you’ll come back for me
and as spring returns, once again on your earth,
i still see, i still hear, still feel-
you