Looking Beyond Spring

Like raindrops on
old cobbles
falling, I can sense,
see and feel
each individual
splash ..
And like young
fledglings
in their warm safe
comfy nest,
each one of them
hungrily yawning ..
I too feel
so very blessed ..
Like buds,
on a branch each
patiently
waiting and taking
a rain check
until the coming
of a new spring ..
I do still look for you
everywhere,
but I can’t see a thing ..