A Love Letter To Edna St. Vincent Millay

Once too young to appreciate you,

now too old to ignore you,

seasons have also sung to me,

and come and gone,

and come and gone,

some forgotten like casual kisses 

planted on one’s cheek.

Were we to meet in some

timeless shadow,

you might catch my hand

holding your face or grazing your breast.

Your sense of beauty and grace 

would have endured time’s test,

without thoughts of being friendly 

with death.

We would walk together for a while,

and walk and walk, 

together talking of living lives,

in and out of love,

enjoying the sun’s warmth,

stripped of pride

and shorn of reticence.

From: In Transition

Unpub. MS p. 11