Hints of You

Still I find hints of you
In the cooling folds of bed cloths,
Wrapped in light cotton print,
Drawn by maroon wool blankets.
Still I find hints of you
Within newsprint lined drawers,
Tucked into cedar corners,
Under piles of winter cloth.
Still I find hints of you
Reflected from collected glass,
On oak shelves hand polished,
Glowing wood in afternoon sun.
Still I find hints of you,
Smiling love, frowned reproach,
Tear woven through image fabric,
Warming the cold parts of my mind.

-Scott L. Strait