Amarillo
A Poem by Erundur
for Jenny M… an awesome woman and respected friend
3/26/2003
New beauty nuanced in youth
needs recognition
lest age dull its colorful hue.
A flower, bright and healthy,
alive on the edge
of a forest stands tall
in my sight;
not because she’s backlit
or in a spotlight.
Her roots touch water
and she grows in the Sun,
and she’s fun
like super-soakers
on a warm noon
after yesterday’s snowballs.
Dewed pedals coruscate
when she waltzes in the wind,
and it’s doubtful she’ll stop
singing her melodious songs
at any era in her life, but
crescendo!
and in eternity she’ll reach
the note she’s longed for
all her life.
