With the wind came cardinals, and the small moments of her last summer.
The orange day lilies that beckoned the red dragonflies down from the sky,
the scent of the last honeysuckle.
Lizards & mice & baby owls, barely-there breezes,
dew on the tall grass over her head.
Sunrises that slipped their way into the day,
and in the evening, the joy of sunsets & cicada-song.
The sheer pleasure of the world outside.
One last look.
This painting is a poem -
the need for words both a burden and a lightening of the load.