The snow on the trees were melting.
The pearlescent sheets were peeling off,
layer by layer and drip by drip.
Unclothed. Undressed. Exposed.
Making it bare. All stark. All barren.
The fallen seeds woke from deep slumber,
to take root in the damp soil,
Inch by inch and bit by bit.
The winds embraced the petrichor,
and bid farewell to the bleak winter.
But the songs of farewell chanted your name,
when your soul departed your body.
Wasn’t Spring the season of new beginnings?
or did I have this all wrong?
Like the melting snow, the strength left your body,
the serene vessel, rested in peace.
And you shut your eyes forever.
Author of the poetry book ‘Nocturnal Hours’.
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