Elizabeth

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.

Elizabeth

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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