Passing Grace.

How is it that I missed you

Gone as you were like snow flakes

On a stiff winter breeze

If only I could hold on to you

But you’ve flown like southern geese

Drawn magnetic by winters chill

Your destiny separate and fine

Mine lonely and rugged up

In front of the fire with a glass of wine

And this empty feeling no hearth can warm

While outside snow falls

And the hushed forest whispers your name

Even trees remember you

Touched as they were by your silent

Passing grace.

© shaun patrick green 2011