“To see the sun emerge to light the snow covered hills...”

When I have grown very old,

Too old to walk myself,

Take me to my window

On cold winter mornings

Just before dawn

To see the sun

Emerge to light the

Snow covered hills ,

So I might imagine

Myself moving

With the earth.

So, like the magpies

I might see myself on the topmost

Branch of a towering tree,

Turned in greeting

Toward the start of day

In hope and gratitude.