Summertime

I'm longing for some summer
For the shortness of the shadow
The longness of the day.

The Young Pretender

My feet were quick to exit
My eyes so sharp to spy
I sensed the words of warning
I left before the wave goodbye.

Guarding The Garden

I'm guarding the garden
Such work you won't believe
No bushy tails, no flapping wings
No one enters, no one leaves.

Sweet Surprise

Nothing falls neat from the hanger
Above the crumpled bed.

Grey Mist

Forever now, I've been a healer
For the pains of someone else.

Tall Trees

The tall trees slept here long ago
I bid each one farewell
Placed perfumed flowers on their beds
And wept for tales they now can't tell.

Goodbye

I just can't watch the end
That final seconds send.
I'll struggle not to cry
I'll wave and breathe a sigh