by cheri block
This Morning is quiet on the Rancho.
Oddly, the turkeys and their racket are absent.
A light wind flutters the oak leaves, so laden with acorns. My dear sycamores rustle; the creek dribbles with sympathy.
Light is still off on the eastern horizon; is it possible for this dawn to linger longer?
Queen Joan is dead.
Her legacy—for all who had the great good fortune to know her—is one of courage, resiliency, and gratitude.
Her approach to life in the face of adversity rivals the testaments of the great men and women whose stories color the biblical canons of human record.
May we all be inspired by her example.
Long live the memory of Queen Joan!