A Fine Season

Now it is the fine season
when I found my friend.

We have a year of seasons shared now.
Her friendship a gift slowly unwrapped.

A gift one didn't expect;
She surprises me still.


With her strength and generosity,
tenacity, will.

Grace, skill,
Delicacy, patience and curiosity.

She sent the spray of ruby pressed-leaf in my palm;
There are tears in my eyes.