One name she used, simple, waste-free she was.
Linked with beauty, form, a part of nature herself,
she filled her days photographing flowers,
gardening and adorning Sam’s and her soul-filled home
with artful collages of nature, colorful feathers,
wisps of hay, bygone sprays from outdoors.
The little nails she used to hang them on,
over doorways and in rafters, remain,
waiting in her memory.
She will be missed by all she loved.
Crescent Surf, 2011