A legacy

We step along the path you laid -
each small stone and pebble carefully
selected
and matched,
fixed in a pattern of your design.

We sit beneath the veranda roof,
sheltering from the sun -
each
beam bound
and secured by your arm.

We sit here, on the neatly placed
tiles - pushed and
primed
into position
by your patient hand.

We look about at the white washed
walls of the goat shed -
regeneration;
new life
breathed into a ruin by you.

Now, we sit; in all these legacies
we remember your
life.
Nature's hymns
surround us in celebration.

Rubite Haiku

In between mountains,
Eucalyptus tree stands tall
sssssshing silver leaves.

Slow motion - it waves.
Swallows swoop playfully here,
skimming the surface.

Hannah

It is like you danced with art -
your showcase sparks a desire in me to understand.
Painting with words -
leaving us with inspiring blessings that came from the depth your heart.

It seems you shone through the shadows,
those blue days.
Despite strains, pains, tears and fears,
you battled those demons and kept them at bay.

It shows you're an intimate, intricate artist, a visual storyteller;
with skills innate,
and with your sweeping, weeping acrylic on canvas,
you flirted with fate.

Stubborn explorer - a flurrying fleet;
a daring discoverer - on crashing waves.
You took risks.

Firework - one of the tribe: our nude, our sunflower, our blue bells,
in poppy fields and tulips.

The reflected rainbow of colour reminds me of you the most.