Whispers

I hear your voices
whisper through
the breeze,
I fall to my knees
and want to see your
face once more.

Another summer has past
another fall has slipped
quickly by,
a few leaves and
your favorite apples cling
tight now in winters
wind gusts.

The bitter cold stings my face
numbing my fingers
through thick gloves.

Christmas is just past
your voices and laughter
echoed deep
within our hearts
within our thoughts.

Your whispers...linger....