Places, Faces, & the Winter

I see you in the landscapes I call home
distant to you
where your footprint has not marked
in places you'd love to see
whether or not you know of them,
Or ever will.

I see you in the faces of people you've never met
in momentary side profiles of passerby's
when what I see is tainted by my wishes,
never to be observed the same way twice,
I see your face in strangers.

I see you in the earth, the trees, and the birds
repurposed as life again, slowly being brought forth to new light

One day soon, your winter season will end.
But what must follow every winter, is spring.
Creeping near the equinox,
leaving one place, arriving another,
In transition, in rebirth,
In perpetual bloom.