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The mourning cloak
Red wings darker than the blood we share, limned with dove white
Drifting gently around my face each summer
A reminder that her spirit yet lives
It soars on the currents and dances on the rays of the sun
Another spirit is about to take flight
Her cloak not red, but brightest orange flame
Like her namesake, a spirit rare and endangered
She spent her life spreading light, and joy, and passion
Like the monarch spreads pollen
Fertilizing, feeding, nourishing
Causes, people, life itself
Her wings have slowed in this world
For now
But her spirit animates them still
For now, that spirit plans its journey
Consults its map
Plots its path to a new garden
Filled with flowers that hold a new pollen
One that nourishes the spirit of this world she loves so much
And so, soon,
She will gather her wings
And she will take flight
And when summer comes
And you feel that gentle touch on your face
But cannot see the wings themselves
You will know that it is she
Nourishing your soul
We love you, Cedwyn.
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