In response to bwarren’s
The Sunday Whorl Wordle #593
Cliff edge welcomed the Elder
expecting her before now
Gripping stalks of thistle to throw
in her gnarled, arthritic fingers
only a slight tremor in her hands
revealed their loss of dexterity
Raising both arms she became
one with air and sky offering
The mountain crest dropped
into the depths of a yawning maw
where a lone crow called to her
A widow’s sheet held tightly
around her slight body
She walked slowly through
wispy gusts of air colored
red by the setting sun
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Beautiful 🤩
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Thank you so much my friend! 🙏
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Most welcome
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Oh wow.
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((hugs)) Di! 💜
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🙂
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