I Sense Her Everywhere

I see her in the wispy figures of the dawn's mist out over the lake, ferried away on gentle breezes evaporating into the unknown... I smell her in the husky aroma of a morning's rich cup of coffee, as I sip her fragrance awakening my every instinct... I hear her voice in the still of a late afternoon's forest walk in the winds whistling through bare branches high above me in the underbrush yielding to my furtive steps... I sense her everywhere I look, everywhere I turn everywhere my spirit guides me, yearning for her reaching for her deep in the bosom of life's embrace