seasons change

as the seasons change we are reminded of the

impermanence of all things this can’t make

the adjustment any easier falling leaves and

the beautiful colors the chill in the night air

the breath taking breeze in the early morning

feeling as though the sun may have

forgotten us today no matter how prepared we are

for the change it still shocks us as we greet

the day and many times done almost routine

though each day is completely different

never knowing what it may bring

each new day plagued with the thoughts

of the one before remembering something

we forgot to do someone we forgot to say hello to

I don’t understand the change of seasons

it is accepted in my mind as one of the many circles

that won’t stop winter will come the days

getting shorter and then it will go all the

way around spring summer and back to where I

am today thinking of you today on a day

when loss may be swimming laps in your

mind and heart think of what they have gained

I have no knowledge of heaven or hell

all I know is that they are a step

beyond you or I they are on a new journey

a new quest we cannot know what it is

where it is

all we can do is wish them luck and hope

that they can give you some sort of sign that you

will be where they are someday

death is like the seasons changing

we know it is happening as we speak

and as we get closer we must feel its presence

very little can be done in preparation

acceptance is all that necessary

this won’t make the emptiness go away

the spot you held so dear for that one you

loved who passed on to the next road

that road we know nothing about

nothing is permanent

you or I this tree a house the season

everything is constantly changing

dying and being reborn rebirth is reality

we see it in the seasons we see it in nature

we are a part of that nature

many thoughts for you and you alone today

in your sadness I hope you

find many days of happiness

with this loss I hope you find many things

that can be will be gained

not our choice made to inhabit these shells for awhile

there is so much to know

we are not our bodies do not think of your end

his end and now her end as an end

more of a beginning to things we will never

know until we are there…