Visiting Hours - Patricia LeBon Herb

[Larry Robinson]

Visiting Hours

A flock of geese fly by at dawn just before 
morning, descending on waters below.

A wind took down a hundred leaves with one
blow, swirling about me like a small tornado.

I thought I saw a loon behind the waterfall today.
It might have just been from the fine mist rising. 

Yesterday I heard a song you liked on the radio 
which I hadn't heard in years. Why is that so?

A playful rabbit scurried across the lawn, such a tease
then scattered away with the breeze.

Cumulus clouds form a circle of azure blue
an opening where the geese shall return to.

Your time is up now, you are free to go
You fought a great battle, blow after blow.

Being the brave man that I certainly know
I saw you fly off with your arrows and bow.


	- Patricia LeBon Herb