Poem for Bill Bert

Poem for Bill Bert

The dry leaf whispers of voices tremble through cold early sun,

responses to thoughts I posted to the world

making calm at almost season's end.

Alms of trees embrace me,

this peace a comforter

transcending sleep.

Sky be my patience,

a faith to keep

waiting for the world to slowly turn:

echoes of bells

like laughter

ring my days

for I have met again the steady glance of a friend,

casting bread upon the water,

attending its return…

-Tracy Pace 2005