Daisy

Red hair in the wind
Fiery shadow of a monstrous fire
Like a stubborn flame
Refusing to surrender.

Daisy
That was her name
Rolling off the tip of my tongue
I taste the verdant meadows of Lady Spring.

I wonder if she remembered
As she took her last parting breath
The crunch of grass beneath our feet
When we ran down the grassy slopes.

I watched the light dim in her eyes
Farewell, Daisy
Love of my life.