…after the painting by Guilda Dimi
by Paulette Demers Turco

Fragrant, yellow roses, freshly cut,
surround two iridescent porcelain cups,
and though a veil of lavender corrupts
the strewn array, some baby’s breath abut

one lush hydrangea bloom well after noon.
Midst evergreen and cobalt blue,
adjacent purple violets imbue
and preminisce the pending dark.
                                                           The moon,

destined to dominate the sky tonight—
as on the eve I dressed for you in white,
those cold Octobers we faced harvest blight,
when our prize-roses gave us such delight—

will drift its light across our bedroom walls.
I’ll feel you in each shadow as it falls.


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