Have you ever had a child go missing? Can’t find her/him in the house anywhere? Call, shout, yell … no answer. Panic … heart-race … run outside … and … guess what and where?
fast out into sunlight
to find air drenched
with the smell of lilac
weighted and warm
spring heavy
against my skin
but the earth soaked
by winter’s overspill
squelches underfoot
as I run in search
calling calling
and look up
to trees doused
in emerald olive
acquamarine
all the painted greens
hide branches birds
and my five-year-old
singing
Great poem, been there and felt that! 🙂
And you know how scary it can be! Thanks!