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.