The sand castles have fallen.
The ice sculptures have melted.
The pink chalk on the sidewalk
has been rained away.
The corn stalks are earless
and summer leaves have disappeared
from the centenarian oak.
Matter's traces of the Unquenchable
Spirit's path
But her Love
forever remains...
murmurs the leg of the sea
Her love
is everyone's legacy.
(to Sarah B)
BEAUTIFUL
AND WORTH
THE READING