fully turned

when i met her she was shuffling

from off her mortal coil
lilted aurora
of the borealis sort

sometimes i watch her
watch the swirls

her gaze
into shifting color
that dances and brightens
and softens in curls

her tiny gigantic living

leaving tracers
for generations

her humble pride in every
brush stroke
photograph
and paper penned

each mosaic
or country
through which she romped
with stoic glee
and offspring
or husband
or friend

strange

this marvelous journey
might be nearing its end

pages waiver
until in gentle breeze
finally and at last
come to rest

fully turned like autumn leaves

autumn leaves