In Memory of Yvonne

 

 

 

 



 

Flowers are grown knowing that it is okay

to push to grow

to open

to turn their faces ...

to the sun,

shameless and wild.

And somehow I knew
it was okay
to open to you,
to turn my face
to your unexpected sunlight,
to brush against
your unimagined warmth.

And somehow I know
even in days
of killing frost
that somewhere
in another garden
we shall meet again.

Jan Richardson