Friday, June 3, 2022

Remember When

Remember when you said farewell
but not in any normal way.
You just rose from our bus seat.
“This is my stop”
And across the park lands I saw you go,
with a raised hand to the sky
as your wave Goodbye.

And to this day
I knew you knew
that was your living word.

So what I hear
is simply clear, whispered in my ear
when the astral’s near.

Photo credit: Stuart Porteous


  1. Beautifully expressed as always Bee...thanks for the inclusion!

  2. Great gratitude to you Stuart, for this deeply enticing fresh forest view. Oh, it seems such a wonderful path to follow and the place to be when it is misty. And, or, as well as, such a place I would seek when I am feeling 'misty'.
    Love and blessings, Bee xo