A poem for a beautiful old soul, Elizabeth Gibson, who left this earth tonight.  Her children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, relatives and friends will remember her for all the humour and wisdom and love she gave.


Soft rain in darkness

Blown upon the wind your soul

Whispers a farewell


Owl call from the woods

Deep, dignified, of ages

Wise as ancient stone


Laughing fox cubs play

Games with moonbeams ‘til the dawn

Wakes new life to birth


Seeds and flowers, fruit

Trees in orchards blossoming

Harvest of your love

by Gail

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