Returning From The Beach

Before Easter I returned home to find
behind my rural red brick mailbox
knockout roses parading
their first blossoms of spring.  
I found candytuft, faded to green,
saving scattered sprinkles of white
for me to view one more time.  
Fallen pink petals of dogwood trees
fluttered through a whimsical ballet
to entertain me on
their ballroom floor of Kentucky bluegrass.

You changed while I snapped photographs
of starfish captured by the sand
when evening tide rolled out to sea.  
You changed, blossoms opened
as other petals faded and fell.  
Fresh blossoms flowered
and youthful buds greeted the sun.  
Did you care I had gone
to savior other beauty,
to ogle other wonders,
to fathom different joys?
Did you care I had left you
in the midst of your glory?  
Did you miss me?