Hope

Unfurling leaf and fragrant bud;

Oh how I miss you!

Hum of bee and clapping leaves;

Green for sight and warm soil touch.

Icy fingers hold you back;

my heart is looking forward.

Patience is trying;

A heart so eager,

To feel color, sound, and heat.

Thankfulness is blessed;

Passion and joy feel best.

What was,

Was.

What is,

Is.

But what can be,

Moves me.