“Let me die in autumn when green leaves turn to gold…when red, orange, and yellow combine and then explode…let life pass in glory, a story to be told, let me die in autumn before I grow too old

Worshipper of summer and winter is abhorred, a woman of extremes, not one to be ignored…true, she drives me crazy but never am I bored…taught me what is holy and who should be adored

And so, on second thought…

Let me die in springtime when dead limbs bud anew…tulips break the surface and promises come true…when love, like sap, will flow and every bird will coo…let me die in springtime and only die with you.”

NATURAL BEAUTY AND OTHER POEMS, p.12