Where You’ll Find Me

(by MissT)

I’m not in winter’s coldness,
nor in sunlight breaking through,
not in the tide that sweeps the sands,
or where shadows touch my hue.

Not in the lift of a young bird’s wing,
or the dance of leaves set free,
not in the clouds where skylarks sing,
or the gentle hum of a bee.

You’ll find me in the water,
in the blueness of my eyes,
reflected in my daughters’ gaze
and in the summer skies.

You’ll find me in the waves,
the lunar tides and stars,
the night sky and the moonbeams
that light up nights and hearts.

You’ll find me where the wheat sways
in fields of patchwork gold,
you’ll feel me in my children’s laughs
and in the stories told.

Sadness may creep when I am gone,
but the elements will show
the woman that I grew to be,
whose softness melts the snow.