by Colleen Thomas
I was going to stop reading because of the cliche image of stars like diamonds. But I continued and found a beautiful poem.
A last mournful cry from the wild goose for you, beautiful. You will be so very missed.
Peace to you, dear Colly.
Mourning our loss, I went your submissions page. Odd that I would pick this poem.
For us, you are the Wild Goose.
Jenny