Smelling a
fragrant flower
feeling the softness
of velvet petals,
thoughts run rampid though my mind.
brings back memories of you
On a windy day
when leaves sigh
I listen for your voice
calling my name, echoes so familiar.
Walking in the
garden in the cool
of the evening, you are
there waiting, out of sight, out of reach
but ever so near.
copyright by heather burns