Tribute

Deborah and Christopher brought me dandelions, Kenton brought me buttercups with summer on their breath, But Michael brought an autumn leaf, like lacy filigree, A wan leaf, a ghost leaf, beautiful as death.

Death in all loveliness, fragile and exquisite, Who but he would choose it from all the blossoming land? Who but he would find it where it hid among the flowers? Death in all loveliness, he laid it in my hand.