-for Beth
I think of you,
the birthday card said.
If only you knew how much I think
of you.
How nice, I think.
Nice to be thought of
but how I wish those thoughts
in autumn could be
the odd warm days
or the tiny,
momentary rainbows
dewdrops make
of morning sun.
In winter, I'd like them to be
the scent of cedar and
cinnamon or
bright winter cardinal red.
If only they were birds singing just
out of sight in the leaves
and blossoms of spring.
In summer, maybe
the taste of
honey-sweetened lemonade
or dandelions to pop
up in my grass.
I think of you often,
your handwriting said,
and script can
be warm and radiant
for a moment
but how I wish I got to
keep those thoughts
all around me
to be the beauty of passing
years.
