After a night of fitful dreams
Deep in color and emotion
The body now even more fatigued…
The sky expresses my turmoil
A glimpse of blue
Thick black clouds
Roll slowly, heavily overhead…
Their load released as
Fresh white snow on the mountain
Some falling as rain
Before the transformation…
The wind will gust
Then sudden silence
No movement no sound
Except for the lonely call of a dove…
Vibrant colors surround
Spring brings life
Yet with it sadness
The reminder of loss…
That hollow ache
The yearning to reach out
To touch….to hear…
Memory brings images
Laughter and sunshine
Shared experiences
The deep connection
That even death cannot break…
Slowly go about a few tasks
Listening to the sounds
Of Meatloaf on the stereo
Shifting focus as I struggle
The tears come and go
Just as the rain…
Today the elements
And I are united…
In a teary….bleary…day….
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