To leave this world in spring,
they have gone on
to grace another space—
hob-nob with the gods
as we remain remembering
to the soothing sound of rain
dark upon our roofs.
Cut-off low out of the south
will linger into a gray
daybreak, and I will absorb
their passing with welcome nods
of understanding
when I turn myself loose
to gaze and search for sign
upon this landscape.
Song and laughter
from this earth,
Vaya con Dios!
for Pat and Merle
Yes, thanks for that one. Ben
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Lovely, and very moving. Sorry for your loss.
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