What if each soul, in passing, casts a seed upon the earth – and with each Spring, the seeds burst with beauty, as a reminder
That day, crossing the parking lot, raven swooped past, snake in clasp – I took it as a sign, hurried my steps. The ward nurse
Mother is fearful, time slipping through her fingers, loneliness enveloping her. I hold space for her in my thoughts, my heart aching in beat with
Downy blankets of white softly settle, Nature gratefully submitting to slumber as the Earth bids a seasonal adieu. Inside, my body craving hibernation, curls into
We wait at the station, Mother and I, one final stop for her – painless she prays; I linger at bedside – prolonged goodbye –
Imperceptibly they disappear no ghostly trace I am a doorway – open, transparent, absorbing teleporting extinguishing souls, spirited away Eden-bound no return.