motionless he remained
his soul already
flown to heaven



veiled in a silken web
the ghost appears
before the death

In The Morning Light

the buds, the blooms
the finished ones
cosmos telling life’s story

Owl Wing

merciless nature
nothing escapes the end
except beauty

Leaves Surrender

the first surrender is to color
the second is to be untethered by the wind
and the final surrender is to perish in form and replenish the earth

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