The Leaf Falling

In memory of a dear member of our family...

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there: I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there. I did not die." Mary Elizabeth Frye

"I will be the leaf falling from the tree as you sit by the river."

I hope that brings you some peace.