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.