i. This is not a flower
This is spots of color
Petals and leaves
Keeping in themselves
A solid nut of seed
That mated you to one another.
[from a wedding anniversary card dated 7 july 71]
ii. The smell of flowers is sweet
But that of imagined ones is sweeter
For even sweetness turns purer
When in mind it is distilled.
[from a card dated 19 oct 72]