I visited your old-haunts today.

The tall trees whispered with the breeze of new leaves but they wouldn’t tell me your secrets.

I missed your urgent tugging on the lead…

To snuffle out a rabbit or startle a groundhog

Racing through the butterfly garden – with its tangles of vines and pitcher plants

Charging down the path to greet the morning

The ramble was empty but the grass beckoned…

But, you aren’t here to roll and shimmy against the lush new grass.

In the distance, the dog park is calling with playful yaps…

And, you aren’t here to answer their calls.

The horses nibble and paw at the tall grass growing along the fence…

You would only startle them, barking your greetings.

Spring is turning into summer,

Life continues with its seasons,

And my heart still aches to feel your warmth, and to see the world through your eyes.