Remember Me

 

Remember me.

I am gone.

Remember how I laughed, danced

And

The songs of life we sang

For

I am the white in winter,

The icy patterns on farmhouse windows,

The swift moving storm clouds,

Free of tears now.

Remember me.

I am the new green in Spring

Free of the years

And

Mourning.

Free of fears.

Remember me in Fall.

I am the call of wild geese leaving.

Free of grieving.

Remember me

In the light of morning

When dew drops become rainbows

On the tips of grass bent by tule fog.

I’ve become mushrooms on an old mossy log,

And

When

Mumurating birds

Gleaning the fields,

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Who

Might remember me

When,

Standing in awe of snow

In

The pink glow of a winter twilight

As

The changeling seasons come and go

To show the ever new

Of me who

Is

Gone now.