I planted mums for Catherine
\nto see over the sink in her kitchen,
\nmelted gold, orange,
\nthe red velvet grandmothers wear,
\npurple turbans,
\namong the yellow potpourri of leaves.
\nThings disappear,
\ndie,
\ngo into soundless sleep,
\nbut before winter comes,
\na fistful of sunshade,
\norigami,
\nsanctums,
\ntureens of dew.<\/p>\n
So much color for Catherine,
\nwinter will be half through
\nbefore she looks
\nfor stars falling in the night,
\na touch of warmth on her cheek,
\nviolets blooming
\nin the confusion of a thaw.
\nWhile snow
\nembroiders the grass,
\nand offstage sounds of birds
\nreturn with the fragrance
\nof an open rain,
\nthe mums,
\ntheir brown heads swaying
\nbecome the remnants
\nof a glory over.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I planted mums for Catherine to see over the sink in her kitchen, melted gold, orange, the red velvet grandmothers wear, purple turbans, among the…<\/p>\n