(For our mothers who have passed on)
You have lived your last winter… A final season lost in bitter cold
Left frozen in desolation… past hopes and dreams, longing for ages-ago
Now your winter turns spring…a new star light born on our horizon.
Folded within lazy nights...Rising to a gentler breeze may new dreams come
Of mourning doves, perhaps…cradled in the soft cooing
Your light is kissed by rosemary…Caught between one’s own seasons.
No longer in body…a simpler breathe brings us higher
Content to break these bonds…Promise of new beginnings
To be within the arms of heaven…to become an infant once again.