The petals
of morning violets
soak the sun
reflected through
the kisses of morning dew.

A cheerful
song
of robins
their red breast
sculpting their notes
ensuring the
happy
reaches my ears.

Again so bittersweet
to see the face of my love
and feel the loss
of his gentle touch
an empty hole
where my heart sat
yesterday
yet so grateful
am I
to have loved him
at all