For Professor — 23.
The Final Snow — falls softly down –
The chill of Death — it lingers near —
It blankets all — upon the ground –
As Life departs —-but does it disappear?
The color white — A Shade of Peace —-
A canvas for The Ending’s Tale –
A gentle hue — that will not cease –
A solemn Shroud for Life’s exhale —-
The White of Death – a Final Rest —
A Quiet End – A Peaceful Slumber –
A welcome Sight for Soul’s distressed —
As life fades on —- (without a Number)
The beauty of the Winter’s White —
The warmth of Spring — It pulls the Wind —
A Symbol – of The End in sight –
As Life departs – without a fear
Though She departs, there’s still A Hope —
A chance — The Soul’s — to learn and cope –
To find The Path that leads Beyond —
And see The Light — that’s always shone!
So let The Mentor’s white surround ——
And let The Cool of Death be found ——
For in the end — there’s Peace – and Rest —
And in The White, Her Soul — is Blessed.
3.11.2023
Some things will never be the same.