Sorrow blooms in hues of you,
and your sounds are in the
the whispers of the wind,
the sighing trees,
the breeze.

I see you in the
shapeshifting clouds,
the gales,
fierce,
insurmountable,
unkind,
tousling my mind
with your waywood
moods that always surprised.

Signs of you strike from
sunrise colours
growing bright
to sunset and the
shifts to black,
and in every constellation
of night’s array,
in every droplet
of rain that
falls on my head.

In it all,
everywhere I look,
there is you.

 

31/5/2023