-- for Elaine
In my heart you are one
with ice and snow, creating
light in Winter.
I do not say you are cold
but brilliant--
brilliant like the love
light has for the untouched
snow of a January morning--
broad flakes luminous,
singular in the sun.
You come upon my thoughts
like Spring comes to Goldfinches--
the hint of your approach brightens
the dun emotions of my waiting heart
just as March gilds burnished plumage.
As hyacinths wake to purple March,
the knowledge of you enlivens me.
I greet the sense of you like July
greets the Great Blue Heron
standing brave and tranquil
in Summer's waiting waters.
Just so have you ever stood
independent, poised in my memory.
As the Sugar Maple welcomes
on-rushing Autumn,
I invite the future of a sorority
not crowned in scarlet
but rooted in common umber
redolent with shared memory,
nascent with promise
of the bold Septembers
and Octobers yet to come.
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