After I Am Gone Poem by Patti Masterman

After I am gone
Graceful geese will still
Sweep towards the horizon, honking
There will still be the sudden
Spring showers, and wildflowers arriving
In the most unexpected places
There will still be long, candlelit pauses
Between lovers, at twilight's edge
Rosy dawns, with one low star still burning
Curved shoehorn moon's hanging incandescence
Waves lapping the shores driftwood
The random cries of the seabirds
Two hands folded together, pledging eternity
Around a yellow metal ring
Newly born babies, squinting at the sudden brightness
Children's prayers, like smoking incense rising
Gently coating the undersides of clouds
Secrets and soft laughter, in the darkness
Quiet communion of the familiar in old age
Calm nights, with timid breezes ruffling the trees
A billion, billion suns all shining silently above,
Even after I am gone.