Memory's Lady

A morning remembrance

Memory's Lady

I think of you often now
in form and in silence, and when
I awake to the brief, green day
where a hill of sage somehow

delights in blossom's mirth
and the creation of my hands
fashions from violet
a garden of the earth,

I wear the apt disguise,
frail, human, and alone,
and take you, memory's lady,
hand in hand along the rise.