For sweet Jesse


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



Angel wings.

I will miss his smiles.

© Nancilynn Saylor