Primrose
I do love the Spring so much
so welcome after the bitter cold of Winter
so nice the warm breeze
and the joy of the Sun once again, but
her primroses have taken over
and I’m thinking don’t overwhelm
her little bushes that I’ve planted
in honor of her who has died
and of whom I seldom speak, because
love and death is complicated
and tears are not for everything
it’s just a portion of agony
that wonders why
such fate has come to me
and i always wonder why
she couldn’t have danced with me
like I would have known all the story too
and there’d be magic in a couple’s sorrow
even if there’d be a pack for death.
— Douglas Gilbert
