Conversing With My Husband

I listen for him in every breath of the wind Deciphering his moods so I can adjust accordingly He comes to me in the form of a robin Blue jay interference; they fight over my love. I smirk as I see him appear in the form of a fern. Tall and straight with a soldier’s stance; my soldier. He delights me like no other. I sit in silence admiring him. My daughter calls to try to lure me indoors, but I ignore it. My husband is out here – in the form of an oak, In the curve of the grasses. I can feel him watching me. I resolve to stay out here until the stars come out For that is when he truly gets playful and whispery.