of the care home on the hill:
she can see the spire of a church
and beyond the sea where she swam
many decades ago but now only
in her dreams when she is young again.
She knows that in this place she will remain
but on this glorious Dali-blue
October day her eyes gaze
at red leaves on the maple tree
illuminated by the afternoon sun
and birch trees painted gold.
She views a robin on the maple's bough,
it satisfies her soul...it is enough