(To May C. Jensen)
So long death lingered that I never knew
That spring would come for me and flower-strew
My way. Yet now I watch young summer pass
Writing your name in jewels on the grass
And weaving leis of roses that declare
Your gift of life to me. On dawn's still air
A robin chimes your praise. At dusk a breeze
Whispers your name in love through willow trees.
The little river sings for you a lay
In silver lyrics, dancing on its way.
Again, as I caress a lily's face,
You lead me to the Gardener's healing grace--
So long death lingered ... yet because of you
I am returned ... my skies cerulean blue.
