Poet’s showcase
'If You Were Here'
If You Were Here
By Jane Tedder
I wish you were here with me,
sitting by the kitchen window
watching the feathery soft snowflakes
drift aimlessly to the ground.
I watch them against the backdrop
of the big old maple tree,
its red – though now faded – leaves
having yet to follow
the downward course of the snowflakes.
I wish you were here.
But if you were here, we’d surely
be out going somewhere, doing something,
and this graceful pleasantry of nature
would go by, largely unnoticed.