The clouds in the sky
have nothing to say.
Grief, lurks in the shadows.
Old age, sneaks into your bones.
A ceremony of dead spirits.
Each day, I walk – loosing.
Facing death – and memories
of roses thrown into the coffin.
 
But, spring days are always there.
A myriad of green leaves.
Enough for life – and cats
crossing in love.
And, in a moment – you are there.
The shadows overlapped,
touching and kissing again.
A life note, from far away.