The Pond

I see your face in every leaf

Every bud, every blade and branch.

I hear your breath in the whisper

Of the wind,

In the rustle of willow

As I pass.

And here I, too, can breathe,

Alone,

With you.

This is a comfortable place

Where years fall away,

And you are planting by the pond

You’ve brought to life,

Your self in every spade that turns.

I feel you, and hug you

As I never could.

You are there in the echo of the swallows

Who dart

Across the pond that nourishes

The world you made.

The world you made for me.

The world I’ll save for you.