The Pansy Knows

Nobody
but the pansy 
knows 
that I touched her
that I thanked her
for living for
braving
frosts and bitter wind
for daring
to exalt herself 
as if death 
would not come
I caressed her
tenderly
I loved her
with my words 
and my light 
touched her light
We sang 
together 
for a moment or two
We are still singing.