I see you every day from this bench, at the same time, on the same side of the park. You glide to the same spot and you stop, take a few seconds – nostrils opening to the new scents, ears listening to the new birds.
You hold the camera firm but gently, as you capture the renew life through your lenses – and I wonder who is the keeper of your heart.
I am not spring, but nearly winter.
Will you ever see me?
(Picture courtesy of Maria-Mihaela Vass – Thanks darling)