Meditation 46

After the leaves die

But before the first snow fall

The end of the year

When night creeps in quick

A time of celebration

And also mourning

The ones we have lost

Absent around the table

Painful reminders

The silver linings

They are sudden and fleeting

But they do exist

Think of the sunrise

And the sound of the ocean

On a cold morning

Then there is the spring

A time of rebirth and growth

For more than flowers

Life has its merits

Though they require some fighting

Never forget that