You're Gone Again
You're gone again...
another plane
to catch
before sunrise
before my eyes
are re-delighted
with your smile.
On our front porch,
potted pansies brag
up their little faces
what they know of
Spring and promises.
While hyacinths are deciding
which perfume to release,
you pass back yard daffodils
wearing nothing underneath
their see-through yellow costumes
heads bobbing, in garden gossip.
Forsythia bushes stretch their
freshly blooming stems
towards still-bare trees
above, sketching the sky.
As you glance through
the garage window,
Buddha sees you off,
his unconditional
peacefulness, his loyal
presence and friendship
solid as ancient stone.