A green gate
opens to a world of green
a quiet place save for the song of tiny birds
a butterfly gently
floating on the summer wind
touches your forehead
a blessing

Weeping Birch

Whispering leaves of silver
touch her silken centre
and the long trailing branches
form a circle to shelter
a place secure
a place for my dreaming
a place to remember
and to listen
for the sound of your voice
Here, where I knew you
you come once more
to tell me
your music
will come to me
in springtime.

Words for Heather and Darryl

Heather who has been our friend
we send you love
and for the one you love
all courage

Hold close to memory
to all the talk
and trails that you have walked
together through the years

You gave us a place
to know
to find
each other

Painters and poets
makers and garden lovers
northland to the farthest southern shore
You've gathered us
from all who love you
let the raven take his message
meet in the garden space
and give you both
strength in these days