She is much older than the rock on which she sits
Aged but not decrepit
like a vampire with less bite
She is all the seasons in one body
Autumn, Summer, Winter, Spring; an eternal ticking clock
In the spring her scent flutters through dawn
The first muted light awakens the world and she shushes the stars to sleep
Summer kisses her skin but she does not tan
When she sings with the chirping birds all we hear is empty sound ...

I remember the dandelions.
I remember how your wrinkled lips puckered.
I remember the seeds being swept away silently into the wind as you blew.
I remember the way we would smile like drunk school children, high on the scent of cut grass.
I remember...I remember when your hands were warm. You would carry me inside when my young eyes drooped in the dimming garden. Your back didn't hurt so much then. I remember the ice cream cones you would make us...

She is much older than the rock on which she sits
Aged but not decrepit
like a vampire with less bite
She is all the seasons in one body
Autumn Summer Winter Spring an eternal ticking clock
In the spring her scent flutters through dawn
the first muted light awakens the world and she shushes the stars to sleep
summer kisses her skin but she does not tan
When she sings with the chirping birds all we hear is empty...