Wardon Melvin Wong

Delta Breezes

blessing the holy ground as you departed,

hiding your spirit in the canopy of the trees—

the maple holds your mysteries vast and deep

although you no longer tread the garden path,

your laughter and your strength,

are the legacy that you leave—

we are reminded in our sorrow that

we have only to gaze out the windows

and take in the green—

pausing in the grace of the moment

between the hope and the rush,

we treasure your sacred song—

 resting peaceful in the music of our dreams,

like doves upon the branch

nesting in the curve of our sleep—

you grace us like the night-time delta breezes

gifting us the fragrance of flowers

and the lushness of the trees

to blow away the veils of grief—

© Lesa Caldarella Wong