Mirror Of Light
For Sara Teasdale
By Bobbi Sinha-Morey

On the lap of earth petals
of light quivered upon her
grave, her spirit hushed
like love that had been
tightly sealed away, her
strange victory a quiet
ascent to heaven, white
birds around her lost in
their flight. The sough of
a once silent God pierces
the air of the winter sky,
his mirror reflecting a tiny
globe of aurorean light for
her soul to see by. Her words
die on a breath of eternity,
dwelling nowhere but what’s
left on paper.

Bobbi Sinha-Morey lives in the peaceful city of Brookings, Oregon, where she writes poetry in the morning and at night, always at her leisure. Her work has appeared in a variety of places such as Plainsongs, The Path, Taproot Literary Review, The Wolfian, Pirene’s Fountain, The Laughing Dog, Page & Spine and Black Fox Literary Magazine. Her books of poetry White Tail, The Glass Swan, and others are available at www.writewordsinc.com. She has also been nominated for Best of the Net. She loves aerobics, knitting, rock hounding, and taking walks on the beach with her husband.