... seasons of the heart, unique by nature.

Your final days,
lean against
the strongest trees,
hemlock, you said.
You are my back bone.

Exhale into the wild,
long huffs and blows,
hanging in the air,
fine as lace.
You decorate my world.

Breathe deep,
swell your lungs,
puff your chest,
firm your resolve.
You expand my ribs.

Listen well your heart,
beating beneath,
polypro and fleece,
blood pulsing hot.
You are my warmth.

Come "home" soon,
fall against me,
softer than hemlock.
Exhale, breathe deep.
Listen, I call your name.