Lost

I hear the rustle of the leaves

and view the storm clouds rolling in,

smell the rain as it approaches,

feel the cool breeze on my skin.

All these things unveil before me

I wonder, do you feel them too?

The hardest part of separation—

 is how I miss the taste of you.

© Ginny Brannan 2020

Day 6 NaPoWriMo Borrowed the writing prompt from NaPoWriMo site to write something that encompasses the 5 senses. Sharing link to 20 Little Poetry Projects to inspire you!