As you stepped
into home
breath shifting from
clay Spirit
to fire breath
daffodils lifted
yellow heads
punctuated with orange
like farm fresh eggs,
their song rising
to unseen hills and ears
green arms lifting you
up to beyond
where I could not see
or hear
or go.
As you stepped
into home
I felt the shift
knew you were gone
and still here
in the same breath
that birthed us all
from the earthen soil
fired in the heat of a passion
that snapped, crackled,
and formed.
As you stepped into home.
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