Death Of A Poet

Do you launch rainbows?
Do you fill the sky with sunbeams and butterflies?
You do, naturally now in your ashes to ashes and dust to dust way.

You are the breeze, the wind, the sky
Hugging the land
Dusk in winter
Flowers in summer
The corner of sounds a few beats in the light and the dark.

You caress me now and forever
You caress the earth with your ear pressed to my breast
With a breath stirring the wheat
Nodding the noon asleep before rain.