It is before first light, I make
my way through the house without
piercing the veil of solitude.
Through the one window open
somewhere, the chirping of a toad
Echoes here to this spot
where I sit reflecting on seasons.
This week,
a dear, sweet friend breathed his last
hard breath on earth &
transitioned to another plain.
My saddened heart,
Joined countless others,
broken by his passing.
His journey and suffering here
completed…
now,
Angel wings.
I will miss his smiles.
© Nancilynn Saylor
Nancilynn is Writing again 