Circle of Life

On a certain lane in November,
a circle of flowers remain.
They should have perished in September,
Amid the chill of autumn's rain.

Somehow there wasn't a freeze this year,
Could divine intervention be far?
Four years have passed since I was with you,
Gentle snow in a night full of stars.

So, we find ourselves at Thanksgiving,
Amazed at how blossoms endure.
Through a tropical storm called Ida,
Buffered by wind and wet, to be sure.

On a certain hill in December,
do you sense when I think of you?
I look at those flowers, so red and strong,
And remember your kind eyes so blue.

There once was a day in summer,
Can't remember the month or the year.
We spoke of the flowers I see today,
Your voice, in my memory, so clear.

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For my mother, written on November 22, 2009, the 4th anniversary of the last good day. When I look at beautiful flowers, I always think of her.


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