Missing You
These are the days
of missing you
and wondering
just how I got through it.
The days are bright and sunny
then dark gray, cold and wintry
as April plays the game of change.
The flowers peek out and seek the sun
embracing the warmth as it comes
touching sleek, slender stalks
bravely stretching out of the darkness.
Blossoms glow in yellow hues,
ivories and blushing pinks
and sweet cherry cherry reds.
Clouds inch in and paint a darkening gray
that shadows into purples
fighting back black indigo
that spawn a threatening stormy gust.
Rain falls wildly, cold, large drops
that spank the stones and brush
as lingering autumn leaves find escape.
It is the in-between time
when winter gives in to spring
turning the world over again and again
and I still miss you.
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