eye of the storm

he
lifts
then
drops.

below,
cries,
snow.

suddenly
blurred
this bird's
swept
into me.

alarmed,
we embrace
facing

see
both are
golden-eyed

awed

as each
in this,
not one
but us.

for kevin

grey rain
drowns
snow

below my feet
dropped yellow
chrysanthemums

yellow chrysanthemums
are out of season.

yet today they
stay in my mind
when
I think of you.

this grey.

not as that sun that day.

white, white
walls
the brilliance
surrounding
the fade that had been you.

slender petalled chrysanthemum,
a flower that endures frost,
lost,
that winter.

yellow turning shadows violet.

grey ash, brown sere.

yet you are here -
white
white
nothing -
a yellow flower
that died,
alive,
on the wrong side
of cold.

this day dead
for five years
dear heart
those eyes
so blue

new moon

long-suffering patience

does not precurse