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Ancestral
by Archibald MacLeish

Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve regina
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
O clemens o pia

~Tim Rice

For years

I remained

Hidden from view

Afraid to show myself

or my true colors.

Cloaked

Concealed

I endured.

Waiting for the spring

with the sunlight

the signal to emerge.

Slowly

Cautiously

I begin to unfold my wings,

finding the courage

discovering my strength.

In awe

I marvel at the array

Deepest sapphire blue

Renewing amethyst violet

Tranquil aquamarine

Iridescent blushing rose

Sparkling

Radiant

I take flight.

~Kirsti A. Dyer

Safe Passage Storm - there are clear skies ahead.

The First Dandelion

Walt Whitman

Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging,
As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,

Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass–innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,

The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful face.

Farewell little Dandelion

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.

Rest in Peace Sweet Cranky Bonnie

Follow Thy Fair Sun
by Thomas Campion

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow,
Though thou be black as night
And she made all of light,
Yet follow thy fair sun unhappy shadow.

Follow still since so thy fates ordained,
The Sun must have his shade,
Till both at once do fade,
The Sun still proved, the shadow still disdained.

The Ashes
by Karin Gottshall

You were carried here by hands
and now the wind has you, gritty
as incense, dark sparkles borne

in the shape of blowing,
this great atmospheric bloom,
spinning under the bridge and expanding—

shape of wind and its pattern
of shattering. Having sloughed off
the urn’s temporary shape,

there is another of you now—
tell me which to speak to:
the one you were, or are, the one who waited

in the ashes for this scattering, or the one
now added to the already haunted woods,
the woods that sigh and shift their leaves—

where your mystery billows, then breathes.

Meowers, you are in our thoughts

Many of us old timers will always remember Pandora’s wit, humour and love of a good niptini.  Rest in peace Pandy.

A whispered wish of remembrance
Silent words of loss
A song of good bye
An unspoken prayer for lasting peace

The message of hope
Touching the spirit
Teaching to begin anew
Transforming the wish into hope
on the radiant wing of a butterfly.

~Kirsti A. Dyer

Some people come into our lives
and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us
to new understanding
with the passing whisper of their wisdom

Some people make
the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile,
leave footprints on our hearts
And we are never, ever the same.

~ Flavia