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.