Beacons, Echoes, and Hues… a gift from a loss is a profoundly intimate collection of poetry born from one man’s grief—and transformed into a gift for all who have ever loved and lost.

In the wake of the sudden passing of his wife Kimberly, Joshua Zane Winters found himself standing in the stillness of a life forever changed. A husband, a father of four, and a man who once found joy in everyday routines, Josh turned to writing not as a plan—but as a lifeline. What began as a single conversation about the night she passed became his first poem, “I Closed Her Eyes.” That piece opened a floodgate, and with it, a new voice emerged: vulnerable, unpolished, and devastatingly real.

Each poem in this collection carries the weight of memory and the tenderness of a love story that refuses to fade. In “4 of a Kind Makes 6 Hearts Combined,” we see the mother Kimberly was—etched lovingly through the eyes of their children. In “Seasons of the Heart,” Josh navigates the shifting terrain of time, finding glimmers of renewal in the midst of sorrow. And in poems like “Would She Miss Me?” and “Lucid Living,” he dares to ask the unspoken questions that linger in the hearts of the bereaved.

This book is not a study in polished rhyme or classic form—it’s a chronicle of survival. A six-month window into the raw reality of heartbreak, healing, and the sacredness of remembering. It is both a tribute and a testimony: to the woman he loved, to the family they built, and to the journey of learning to keep living with the weight of an empty space beside you.

But more than anything, Beacons, Echoes, and Hues is a companion. It sits with you in the quiet moments. It doesn’t try to fix the pain—but it honors it. For readers walking through grief, it offers not solutions, but solidarity. For those who haven’t experienced such loss, it offers understanding.

These are not just poems. They are fragments of a life lovingly gathered, gently shared, and offered to anyone in need of a light to guide them through the dark. They are echoes of a love that still lives, beacons for those left behind, and hues of healing painted one word at a time.