amongst the leaves that fall from the trees in early october
in the sky, your face peeking through the clouds
between the pages of your beloved copy of plath's classics
and in the frost covering the kitchen window
i see you

in your son's face and your daughter's personality
in the morning dew draped over the front lawn
among the crystalline snowflakes as they venture down from the nothingness above
and between the rock and the hard place
i see you

in times of need, mourning, and desperation
in times of excitement, pride, and aggravation
i see you