on the North Wind

never gone
only changing form
but never gone
always changing form
but never the same again
yet no need to cling to moments
as the dream keep moving us
with forces that have no name

the library of memory
is stacked full
and when we look to the sky
we know
she could be returning
on the North Wind

I send a whisper down
the roots of the trees
and out into the heavens
how grateful
that our paths crossed
how honored to be graced
with her presence

simply said
there are no adequate words
that capture the light in her eyes
and quick wit
the depth of her kindness
how she
helped people
including myself
become
higher deeper versions of themselves
with feet planted firmly
on mother earth
this ethereal woman of earth
modeled those heights and depths
every time I saw her

and still we know
she could be returning
on the North Wind