Unlike me, the first snow never gets old. Those soft flakes carried on a cold wind bring with it a feeling I can't quite pinpoint, probably because it's not one feeling, but a sweet jumble of childhood experiences. Just moments and the imprints they've left in the skiff of snow in my mind. Those impressions all come back to me on a snowy day like this Canadian Thanksgiving Sunday.

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With this haiku, I try to capture that feeling we hold for the people gone from us now, but for whom we feel grateful every day. From heartbreak to grieving a death, after healing has happened, there settles in the soul a sweet peace. The sadness eases and is replaced instead with the thought, "I'm glad you happened." Here's a random photo I took of a moose about the same time I captured the autumn background photograph for this poem.