Nature is constantly reminding us of the never
ending circle of life, as Spring continues its
exodus and Summer starts taking center stage,
decorating the garden in deep, rich colored
blossoms complimented by a background of
But even amidst this parade of beginnings, and
newness...there are endings.
I could not help but cry when my husband
discovered a tiny bird lying dead in our yard.
Tears streamed down my face as I carefully
cradled this little creature in my hands.
We decided to bury him in the garden among
"it was not the brilliant turquoise
of your skin that held my gaze,
but the still flickering faint light
shining amid such lipid pools of onyx,
whispering the truths of your soul"