A Poem For My Sisters

[vickie h]

We are blue
The clear, rich blue of a cloudless sky
Foil for the deepgreen of summer leaves
The scarlet of autumn maples, the gold of mountain ash
The russet oaks
The crystal twigs of icy December

We are the sound of wind
Sighing in the pines
The first pre-dawn stirring of air
Rippling the quiet water
Moving into the restless Aspen.
We are the sound of the gathering storm
The roar of the tornado approaching.
Awakening all to the value of life.
We are the whisper of the gentle snowfall in the woods
Bringing peace, forgiveness and a new vision.

We are the shape of fog
Changed by whatever we touch
But remaining ourselves.

Our song is the song of the earth
Gentle, wild, calm, frightening, comforting.

Our number is all numbers
Today part of infinity
Tomorrow nothing.

We are the old hand-made bench
With faded paint,
A scarred memorial
to the daily lives
Of many who have lived before.

We are everyplace
Where people love,
Dream dreams
And reach to the future.

The thing we fear
Is losing the joy of living
The thrill of
Being part of the world.

We are sisters
before, through and after
our journey
joined together
Forever.

Written for my dear sisters, in love, June 22, 2008 Vickie