first there was something
that is now
gone
The Form Of Emptiness
The Missing Windowpane
if handled very tenderly
absence can sometimes make a space
for sweetness to enter
Mourning Cloak
you
of brown velvet
supine in sunshine
Remembrance
solid as stones
the memories
carried
Luna
October’s morning moon
mourns departing light and leaves.
Recollection
A memory floated by
on the afternoon’s breeze –
of sweet long ago days
and basking in your spirit.
Encounter
Coming upon the cairn in the woods
I knew we were still traveling together.
I added one stone for the two of us
and saw the face of a wise, knowing owl.
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.