for Phil
It's early spring
That brings us
This 2020 vision
Before the leaves unfurl
And the birds alone
Stand proud on the branch
That's when you passed
The marsh grass
Lay wan along the shoreline
Where we had tramped
Together before
Last year's blades
Now sere and flattened
Reduced to stubble
Yet full of secret purpose
To blanket the tender
New shoots of grass
The north wind
A choir at my back
Strong in its resolve
Sang of your passing
Its voice lifted me up
Buoyant like your spirit
And carried me on
That's what it means
To die in early spring
Your last breathe trembles
With renewal's touch
Your complexion ashen
Yet clearly kindled
With a Lenten blush
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