Why cruel subtractions
in the beauty of a sun-bathed morning?
Better an ugly day for such separation.

We hurry away our friend and ward
with less dignity than her gentle life deserved
so as not to delay our own leavings,
mocked as well by a shiny morn.

But beneath the soil seeds are awakening
and beginning to stretch toward the sun,
which this day both illumines loss
and summons a new green wave.

RIP Gypsy

Love Wins