Beneath
a sparkling frost
the frozen earth
waits patiently
for the discontenting winter to be over.

A warmer day is
foretold
Spring’s opening movement
as this daughter of York’s promises
awaken
a glorious summer.

Perhaps
if your bones are unearthed again
in centuries to come
men and women will gather
together
awestruck
saying “Thanks be to Libby,
who embodied unity and peace for us.
She was the first.”

 
Penelope Wren