23rd of July, 1971

There was a halo around the moon
the evening Annie died.
On that cool summer night
the stars were dimmed by the bright
expanse of moon
surrounded by a silver faery ring,
rain crystal thing,
Annie on wing
beyond my horizon.

I wear Annie's wedding band
opposite my own, on the other hand.
A white gold reminder
of Annie and another ring,
a family ring wrought close by grief
and love
and of
the halo around the moon
the evening Annie died