It sits 
high above 
doing nothing 
but grow
in window 
and like 
a child 
in chair
or dog
on floor 
it smiles 
in its 
own way 
every so 
often bringing 
me a 
blossom of
silent joy 

It settles 
never seen 
just until 
it gathers
inside snow 
covering most 
especially dark 
like little 
bits of 
memory or 
pieces of 
broken hearts 
to be 
simply wiped 
away forgotten 

To need
is first
to want
comes second 
to have 
is third 
to lose
them all 
reminds me 
that no 
one ever 
really knows 
at all 

Friendship is 
the strongest 
bond capable 
of weathering 
any storm
resistant to 
erosion and 
incapable of 
being broken 
by time 
or age
or health 
friendship is
the strongest 
bond ever 
to be 
between two 

What does 
one call
a life
without strife
bliss blessed
me I
think happiness 
and peace 
and joy 
will do 
for these
and those 
and that
and theirs
I have