Saturday, May 08, 2010

L.M.H.

and when the time
came for scattering her
to the winds
he could not
but
sheltered ashes
beneath that little tamarack
where the marigolds
bloom in spring
.
because shelter
was what he could give
~r.m.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

absolutely one of your finest...

Stephanie Murre Wolf said...

Lovely tribute to both of them.