February Poetry

Recognizing 

Then gratitude with her steady pace whispered, 

 "It is enough my dear." 

And the tree saw 

how deep its roots are 

And the rock acknowledged 

its resilience 

And the fish marveled 

at its life under water 

And water took joy 

in its impact 

    And the bird realized it could fly 

It feels like missing

I miss you like I miss Arkansas rain,  

steady, familiar, exciting 

I miss you like I miss my very first pair of rain boots,

comfortable, protective, mine 

I miss you like I miss you, 

warm, perceptive, affectionate 

    I miss hoping you would stay