The sadness of death

Brings friends of friends together.

After winter, spring.

Once a round table

Now gridlocked rows and columns

We raise hands to speak

In a place of flood

Beating hearts do remember.

Will never forget

happiness watching

a dog and two cats sleeping

extravagantly

cat curled in my lap

he loves me, or wants to pull

the warmth from my bones

Shadow on the wall

A parody of movement

Shadows don’t feel pain

She paints a pink sky.

Trees dressed in golden ribbons

Gift of happiness