A Poem for Aidan

Bright brittle morn's,
hoar frost glistening on spruce and elm,
the beauty, the transience of the view,
makes me think of you

wind whispering, rustling the trees
tiny birds trilling hidden in their boughs
natures secrets breathed into the very air
the moment speaks to me
and I hear you

restless dogs let into the night
the sky overhead a black velvet blanket
sprinkled with jewels
the stillness the silence
shouts to me
and I long for you

Slow dancing snowflakes
descending gently to the soft pristine landscape
the pureness caressing soothing
like a gentle loving touch
and I feel you

sparkling sunlight
shimmering water of the lethargic river
flowing meandering on unchanging
and I see you