more beloved are these
for their magnanimity
in the dwindling garden
The Last To Bloom
Flowers From My Beloved
the sky
blossoms
into night
To Reach and Hold
called by name
endearment
for beloveds
The Garden’s Valentine
each spot of red
a beloved’s kiss
such adoration bestowed
Outsiders
leaves wander
outside the fence
of their beloved mountain
Forsooth
forsythia entwined
among the limbs
of her beloved
Goodbye My Dear Friend
He goes free of the earth.
The sun of his last day sets
clear in the sweetness of his liberty.
The earth recovers from his dying,
the hallow of his life remaining
in all his death leaves.
Radiances know him. Grown lighter
than breath, he is set free
in our remembering. Grown brighter
than vision, he goes dark
into the life of the hill
that holds his peace.
He’s hidden among all that is,
and cannot be lost.
Wendell Berry