the parts
no longer there
filled in by memory
The Leaving
It Is Felt
a down of cold
the softest
kind of sorrow
Worn Wing
life takes
and yet the swallowtail
still flies
Vigil
candles in the woods
the community of birch
stand by their fallen
The Form Of Emptiness
first there was something
that is now
gone
l Learned It From The Leaves
part was missing
it made me love
what was left more
The Quiet Constance Of A Cairn
the sun
is always shining
on my memories of you
What Leaving Leaves
behind
the missing spot
lies tomorrow
Cairn In The Rain
the sky cries
remembering
with us
Solace
head on
mother nature’s shoulder
respite from the world
Time’s Bridge
the center reaches
for the shore
shadows seek the light
Darkness in the Light
lantern’s speck of light
trusted guide
on a dark day
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
Spirit in Clouds
During dark days
if I remember to look up
I can see your magnificence
shining on me.
