Shorter now
the days resolved
as weeping there the plum surprise.
Lilies scattered by the gate
blossom blows to weary eyes.
Days begin
and end the same
no more than I could choose to last.
A sigh remembered from a dream
shall dwell in moments
unsurpassed.
In seasons turned
before this rise
remember how the sunset glowed –
how arms were joined
in make believe.
A kiss conspired
to make it so.
As hyacinth
and bradford bud
along the pathways winter worn –
were counted joys by death’s refrain
as snowflakes calm
to briar scorned.
Whenever now
my longing comes
as mist across a morning lake.
As memory warns
my heart be still
shall I all other loves
forsake