Where St. Francis Stood

A gorgeous Spring day;

Sunlight surrounds everything;

Sadness in my heart.

I am almost packed.

It has become easier;

Buttercup trembles.

Where are my cow friends?

I wanted to say goodbye.

(They're mowing the lawn.)

Billy goat watches,

Trying to gather my scents

While staring at me.

Flowers guard the stream

With their soft white foliage.

Light and sound get through.

Where St. Francis stood:

Random growth of purple flowers. 

His spirit remains.

Barren roadside pond

Brings forth solitary plant.

Can you imagine?

In this plush season

The roadside stream is covered

By luscious green plants.