You know the wind is changing, don't you?
Did you feel that softest ever breeze? No?
Perhaps you heard a little silver rustle,
saw the quiver of the fragile early blossom on the cherry tree?
Or was it the sudden subtle scent
released into the delicate sky,
that recalled a million memories of her time with us,
made you realise she had passed this way.
This last day of Winter is full of sorrow,
but on the morrow, we will see
the first day of Spring.