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aspen, Aspen Trees, Beauty, Death, Death Poems, Forgiveness, Grass Widow, Hope, Infinite, Life, Love, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Spokane, Spring, spring poem, Widow’s Grass, Winter, Winter poem, Yearning
The only way
You’re like a lover
Abandoned
By her loved
Is in the wait
For your return.
If we lay down,
Together,
Among
Your scattered
Bunches and buttercups,
I’d tell you how it felt
When the world
grew silent.
Would you believe me?
I’d tell you of the cold
How it froze
Even hope,
How the aspen
Waved its branches,
Like arms,
Yelling out
In loneliness.
Would you believe me?
One morning,
Yesterday,
You returned.
Just like that,
Your elegant long leaves,
Emerged,
Your six, perfect,
purple petals,
Emerged,
Your three yellow-
Tipped stamens
Emerged,
Just like that.
All the world
I can see from here
Is ready,
It’s eager,
It’s desperate
For this,
For you,
For everything
You bring back
From wherever
You were
When you
Went away.
