Seasons of change

No view as lovely as the one through my dining room window 

No sound so perfect as the stillness of the gentle falling snow

No day as peaceful as this Sunday afternoon 

when the life force in every cell continues to heal my body 

Hard to believe you died just a week ago

Hard to admit, perhaps, I could have loved you better

Then, perhaps, you’ve been ready to transition for a long time
and last Saturday, you finally got to go

I miss you my friend, 

I miss the good, the bad, the truth and the little white lies

I remember times we laughed and times we cried 

I wish you could see the beauty in today’s snowflakes

how round and individually designed each is

So many rapidly falling gracing the pavement white 
without making a single sound 

This extensive white blanket covering anything 
and everything in its path

leading one to believe there’s nothing more beautiful 
than today’s winter wonderland 

until I remember those beautiful summer days 
when I looked outside my dinning room window 
and saw you in the glistening sun