Pamela Rose

into the crisp of
november
you blazed our way
pretty petite
young you spurned
a guided fate
seasons found you
distanced from your
beginning
but never in the absence
of its embrace
always sweetly
your quintessence
remains
novembers into this
trodden existence
you say your goodbye
with the guidance
of fate
Pamela Rose   11/2/53-9/23/02