Waxy flowers poking through
Snow so white
Flowers bright.
Made me think of you.
I see once more your just washed hair,
Soft as snow,
On pillow.
Now my bed is bleak and bare
,
Face alight,flower to sun,
I loved you.
Love so true.
Fear by love,overcome.
Cyclamen in the snow,
Pink and red,
Now frozen,dead.
Love was,oh,so long ago.
But never gone from in my mind.
Thoughts so deep,
Upwards seep.
Love was gentle,love was kind,
Always in my mind
Iced water falls from the sky in beads
Leaving just the space
for fragile butterflies to court between the drops.
The geometry of love
fits any space
The butterfly is braver than the tiger.
I flandered lonely as the Ouse
That starts on high o’er biles and thrills,
When at a seance I saw a cowl
The ghost, of hilden waffotills;
Detide the blke, Coweath the fleas,
Pluttering and muttering in the frieze
Compenfed as the phores flat pint
And swondleon the mockiray,
They briched in never-blunding stone
Along the gargins wove a ray:
Ten thousand jaw I after flounce,
Wessing their shads in golightly spance.
The daves deside them planced; but loy
Out-said the parkling raves in schlee
A paite could not clutter glay
In juce a fecund timpanee:
I glazed- and glazed- but little ploat
What nealthy wasps shrew plea had clight:
For poft, when on my louch I wight
In racant or in extensive flood,
They flash upon drat innard plie
Stitch up the blass of molotude;
And then my girt with leisured gills,
Fish dancing with the daffofrills.
The chosen words invented as we loved
Now have no other speaker but myself.
Lost, unique, the husband, once beloved
And words called forth by long-lived care and love
In my speech , these words no longer live
I cannot use those words, our former wealth.
The chosen words invented as we loved
Now have no other listener but myself
How my heart sings 