Storm Haven or Ozark Hymn (Spreading the ashes of my grandfather)
In the early spring
the seeds he once planted
have crafted strong roots
and these plants have flowered rich blue-
tonight these flowers are a sentimental creation
Of hands which with passing time learned to stay busy in simple joy.
in this place where he spent decades
retiring deeper and deeper into
simple and quiet desires,
he is now retired again-
his peaceful ashes fall
among the forest floor greenness
And cool...