Early spring rains,
Your cherry blossom iridescence.
Lost on the ground.

Passing of friends is always too early. There is no age at which death doesn’t leave us thinking this is too soon. Nor any death that is too sudden. It doesn’t matter whether terminal illness should have prepared us mentally or whether a full and long life leaves rich memories.

Cherry blossoms surprise us with their unfolding beauty and before we’ve had our fill of them the first cold rain of spring strips them away, returning them to the earth.