Yesterdays

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Do not stand at my grave and weep is a popular poem,
largely considered to be written by Mary Elizabeth Frye (1904-2004),

October

October
and the trees are stripped bare
of all they wear
what do i care

october
and kingdoms rise
and kingdoms fall
but you go on...and on...