ABIDE

For May Sarton (1912-1995)

Do you recall the day someone dear to you died?

Many of us honor that special day as a birth into heaven . . .

ABIDE           -for May Sarton

Bone white
Stalks of the day
Lily gone dead,
Yellow fennel flower
Dried to mustard seed size.
These riches from
Native plants abide
Like a beautiful life
That does not die,
But passes on
For the passersby.

                       -Kathleen Gunton
                       orig pub in The Aurorean