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Bury me under the mulberry tree;
mark my grave with granite stone.
I will lie in tree’s long shadow as
it grows gnarly wild above me.
See leaves of heavenly glory gold
shimmer against bold azure skies
and know that I am finally home
where day or night will not matter.
Hear sound of snow-melt waterfall;
listen to memory of my laughter.
Be refreshed by hope of reunion
and do not fear coming darkness.
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Ekphrastic poetry inspired by online class with John Sibley Williams.
a poem in my pocket 
Jun 05, 2026 @ 21:11:54
A poem about final rest yet wonderfully alive! Lovely, Lynn. 🩵
Jun 05, 2026 @ 21:41:53
I appreciate your comments, Dora!
Jun 04, 2026 @ 22:47:30
Beautiful
Jun 05, 2026 @ 12:57:35
Glad you like it, Brenda!
Jun 04, 2026 @ 17:34:42
Nice one
much love
Jun 04, 2026 @ 19:53:45
Thank you, Gillena!