In Memory: Toni Hardley
Pink petals, white petals, drifting downwards,
Beautify the graves of the earth.
The flower veil falls away, and leafy spears,
Tinged a reddish black against the bark,
Sprout to guard a ripening hoard.
Life slowly sobers into the gravitas of fruit.
At the heart of each, a bitter, indigestible stone
Accretes.
From the vernal to the autumnal equinox,
Each fruited tree presents the same tragic pageant;
Yet, still we wait and watch for the spring.
Already, your passing is two years past.
Pink and white petals flutter in the air above me,
Flutter all around me.
I inhale their dying fragrance,
Kneel to place a hand on the earth,
And hoping against hope, look to the horizon
To see your like return to us
Again.
January 29 2009/January 31, 2009
February 16, 2009
March 8, 2009
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