Remembering the joy you brought me last year
I hungered for your return

An illusive anniversary
to say the least.
How you made me wait.

The memories of you
soothing and lovely
Your petals rained,
and swirled around me.

Even on the ground
a deep carpet
of pinkish snow

And naked branches reminding
me of where you had been

I recreated you in fibre
sifting through my mental photo album
looking for just the right textures
to awaken sensory memory

Angora,
Your petals seemed
to me
Silk and wool branches….

Finally here
your petals are more silken.
your pink somewhat duller

Still,
imprinted again.
grateful for your return.

If you are going to be late again next year
I would at least appreciate a call.