Marian

She left her mark within my cheekbones

as sure as summer her shape is mine

I even think within the lining

of my heart she left her sign

The shaded place of back yard peace

like open book is where she stays

sometimes she is in the humming

of a morning dove upon her grave

I see the skirt of many colors

circle round her sun tanned legs

I feel her reach across the chasm

to place four leaf clovers on this page

So fragile is the lip of time

that death has left upon my heart

that in the evening dwells the perfumed

evening breeze her fragrance’s part

Gather round her all the wild flowers

oceans place her in their fold

captured are the star-night feathers

that fall upon her heavenly stroll

I see her in my mirror smiling

she shades her eyes within my own

and in the sand of summer’s footprints

she is not walking all alone