Cast me ashes to the sky
When done my time to be,
As the winsome butterfly,
Free
~ ~ ~
Canvas
Paint me a pastoral solace,
Snake a path ’round emerald hills,
Roam newborn calves and lambs,
Red brush me a barn atop the hill
Dab in shady oaks, string my swaying bed
Where I may slow breathe my sunset days
Unbound, free to farm new memories.
~ ~ ~
Dwindling
Withdrawn,
For stead
old promises
vows of yesterday dimmed,
Foreclosed.
Directed by the wind
and destiny’s hand?
~ ~ ~
Always?
Why must there always be
a little “Never” in “Always?”