Valentine’s Day
Katherine Frey Lavalette
(2/14/1927—1/24/2001)
Valentine’s Day
No one goes there now.
For days the smooth snow,
unbroken to the treeline,
lifted there by wind
along the ridge, settles
at last among the stones.
At night, stars, high,
hiss an inaudible static,
dance for the dead.
In the morning,
if there is sun,
what little sun there is
washes down between the stones,
lights but does not warm.
Cold reigns,
and I stand in the drift,
orphaned.
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I can feel the warmth (your love for her) and the cold (“orphaned”) all at the same time.
…lights but does not warm…” and “…I stand in the drift…”
Just beautiful.
PW
These anniversaries can be very painful. You have woven metaphor and emotion beautifully throughout this elegy.
You speak for all of us who are orphaned.
Captured both your love and your loss beautifully. She would be so very proud.
painfully beautiful. Yes, she would be very proud, Ron ,not only of your gift by remembering her, and remembering her to us.
My grandmother Is the best woman I have ever met. This is great uncle Ron.
Love and loss, captured in words. Beautiful.