When first a flurry of white ashes
 Appeared unexpectedly, I smiled  
 Reminiscing of our days of play  
 Midnight bedroom pillow fights
 Morning making of snow-angels
 The first snow was vanquished  
 By a glowing amberoid sphere  
 Blooming out of the near horizon
 Warmth radiated in the ambiance
 As I strolled alone these streets
 A pale shadow followed along  
 Keeping me company I suppose
 But what was most telling to me
 Was the loud absence… of you  
 Poet of the Light © 2020 

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