When I’m tired
and aggrieved
I return to the earth
green and vivid.
The life of one petal,
one leaf,
here for a season
then passing.
You had many seasons,
many years my friend.
You brightened the earth,
brought a smile and sharp wit
with gentleman’s grace.
I will miss you.
friend and colleague
Lovely tribute — the gift exchange. One season, many seasons, it came to pass, end of the body-world but not the end of earth and sky. I am reminded of words from a poem (Go Now) by Gary Snyder:
This present moment
that lives on
to become
long ago
Don, I’m sorry for the loss of your friend. Your poem honors him, even though you don’t mention Michael’s fine hairstyle.
Wonderful Don… did Your Friend ever play golf? If so, I’m sure he was at times a Diamond in the “rough”… pun fully intended. I Trust his passing is not rough on you, but filled with many good memories.
Beautiful!
Whattaya think, Donny: you, me and KD are gonna outlive everybody we know?
I love this tribute to your friend, Michael. You honored him well. Thank you!