I stood outside the other day
felt the bracing wind upon my skin
that wind you speak of
the one that keeps your energy
departing my sights.
I can’t find you anymore,
though I look everyday,
wishing those winds would change
to return the embrace we once knew.
Spring is on its way
and I can feel the sun
upon my frost bitten cheeks
ready to warm the air around me
ready to give me reminders of you.
I listen to the wind every day,
and an occasional hooting owl …
in the distance.
© Scott F Savage