Submitted by Liz Mackenzie
If she had known she was not to be in
pain, would her life have had the
breadth of more life? A freedom from bleak
thoughts that haunted and caught her mid-
breath? Would she, instead, have embraced her winter,
waiting and watching as autumn leaves fell frosty
toward Earth with the lightest kiss of winds
lifting, transporting, as she softly made
her voyage from life to death without a moan …
Photo credit: Sunset on the Seine at Lavacourt – Claude Monet
Vita Brevis Press. 
That is absolutely gorgeous!
I like the rhythm and stanza structure. It reads well.