Stirrings

In the gentle lavender

of a cloudy day,

you are there.

In the pink hue 

of a little girl's

treasures and tea cups,

you are there.

In Robin Redbreast

and the pussy willows,

in the yellow burst of forsythias,

you are there.

In the crescendo

of grass and trees

into fullness of green,

you are there.

In the sunlight

soft and warm upon our faces,

you are there.

Grandmother,

how we miss you.