I Notice Some

If i could see the many ways

you are visible,
my sight would be full
of signs of you.

As it is,
regularly,
what touches my senses,
reminds me of you.

Sunlight touching a lake,
the first winter snowfall
brushing past me feather like.
Birds songs,
filling my mornings walk.
Children playing, laughing
drifting past me,
escaping from a school yard i am passing.
Spring warmth
that easily lifts away
winter heaviness.

So many signs of you
reminders of you,
swirl into my life;
In the cloud of my existance,
i notice some.