You are gone

In the sunlit bare twigs

brown and golden

like my hair

blackbirds make a flurry

wings stuttering as they hover.

.Here in the spring garden

I feel your presence

You are just behind me

But if I turn

You are gone

You never speak

Except

through the whispering branches

and the nodding bluebells

Old honesty heads agree

As the seeds are glimpsed

through the papery dead heads

Wonder if they will ever fall to earth