Evening Shadows

The wind is slight and gentle
it sets the hanging wind chimes
ringing a delicate tune on the
early evening air.

My confusions an unwelcome gift
from the passing of many years
as many years as leaves in the fall.
I have an overwhelming need to
see you once more
searching the house to find you.
I call your name and lucidity arrives
and reminds me of your loss.

I see your chair an open book
and your glasses exactly as
you left them before….
….well.... before you left..

The delicate chimes
take me to the open window
and then I see you.
Under the old rose arbor
the last light framing your long hair.
over your arm a basket of cut flowers
you are so beautiful my eyes mist.

I fall in homage before you
You smile at me
and tell me the wisteria is overgrown
the roses need pruning
and the sweet wood-ruff is taking over.

But all I see is the sun
at the center of my small universe.
The light that brings me home
the love that filled my days

The wind chimes ring again
and you melt into the evening shadows
as I whisper I love you my angel
see you soon.