Fragrant Spirits

Written shortly after the death of a good friend to cancer. For Jayda

Contemplating potpourri
Each bud and bloom a mystery-
Seed pods twist and turn about
While others fuzzy seedlings sprout.

Colors rich-or quite subdued
Beige to brown; red-purple hued...
Delicate blooms dried with age
Still...their lovely fragrance stays.

As when beloved friends depart-
Spirit still dwells among warm hearts,
And all their personality
Lingers in precious memories.

One only needs to call to mind
Sweet memories they've left behind,
To comfort-bring a smile-or tears
And feel angelic spirits near.