Jabbering birds in treetops

your incessant voice calling

fading in the westward wind

and whispering my name

 

Spear like leaves

form a new beginning

for a Summer bed

peacock orchids rare and true

will be the beauty within you

 

Elder flowers

reflect the years

and a memory of your cauliflower ears

as I dissolved to rain

teeming into a stagnant pond

melding with the midnight mist

 

and flames folding, furling

inside a clay chimenea

burning logs become your bones

turning to ash

then buried

beneath the roots of a rose