Looking for Leo

Mom and Dad say I have a big brother….but I’ve never seen him. On Autumn evenings, when the moon is big and bold, I look for him in the stars that spark and streak across the sky. On Winter days, when the yard is soft and still, I look for him outside, playing with feathery cardinals that flit and flutter over dusty drifts. On Spring mornings, when the air smells sweet with dewy grass and lilacs, I look for him in the prism of color that arches across the clouds On Summer nights, after the s