Apr. 25, 2018

Diablo Breeze

Winding path
Grassy knolls all around
Valleys tree-filled with hardy oak
Blue skies and haze...
Fresh breezes carrying birds aloft,
Their cries plaintive..

We reached the peak
And stood to breathe a bit
And she said to me,
“This is where I am to be scattered”
And I said,
“I will be there to honour you.”

And we walked again in silence,
Feeling the wind,
Pausing to appreciate flowers;
Every intricate detail
Of Nature’s glory
On Diablo’s hillside.

Kira Braun