Here in my hand I hold
A fragrance with petals gold,
A softness, a breath, a touch,
A lightness weighing nothing much.
To you would I this blossom send;
On you these golden petals spend
As tribute to the soul of spring,
A fragile, precious, holy thing,
A love, a gentle living part
You've made to flower in my heart.
(by Jo Anzalone 7-26-1967)