Clover

I always think of you.
Today, it was a field of clover and low clouds.
I could smell the rain in those clouds, and instantly, tasted the raindrops from your lips.
I caught the perfume of the clover, and felt those blossoms there, beneath us.
Our legs akimbo, the breeze on our skin, our fingers entwined.
I heard the lapping of the lake against the shore, the water fowl gathering in the reeds.
Their families are growing, and I'm recognizing the babies getting older.
Soon they'll have new ones.
It's another season we've loved each other.
This one ever so slightly different from the last, yet still giving hope.
I will keep feeling you in the breezes, seeing you, hearing you.
You are in my heart.
It is steady, even in excited anticipation.