Annie Waites has died

A letter sent, unanswered
Monarch’s flight cut short
I knew not the hour
Unaware of the calendar day
Moment of mourning lost
Yet remains life’s admonition
Reiterated in night’s visitation

Our life’s music
On fragile sheaf composed
Then comes the winnowing

Unexpected
Oft forgot
Unwanted
Done

Annie Waites is dead