Things Left Unspoken

You are that silver shining line caught between the cloud and the sky at sunset.

You are the smooth velvet carpet on the underside of new leaves.

You are the inconsistent route of a butterfly’s flight.

You are what the bumblebees search for in a budding flower.

You are the first red leaf of autumn.

You are the teardrop that comes when I listen to Stravinsky.

You are here, all around me…and yet, I still miss you.