Of Flowers, Birds, and Mothers Fair...

She stands there with her jumbled hair--
the broken tumbleweeds and grass
giving her locks an earthy flair;

but one that resonates with class
instead of looking just a mess--
she catches looks from those who pass.

She carries herself with finesse--
Her gently curving arms on hips
that swirl in their copper dress.

The autumn colors hide her lips
which wore the shade of summer’s words
and touched my heart like fingertips.

But fleeting moments, like the birds,
have flown now to another sphere
where lines between the worlds are blurred

as new flowers emerge each year
to act as nature’s healing balm.
It dries my tears to see you here--

Your presence is a calming psalm.