Growing Old

fall spirea

Gone the glow of verdant youth,

Fragile joints replace fresh stems;

Roughened bark succeeds the smooth,

Strength and power, spring’s bold gems,

Falter with the frost of age –

Stumble in the autumn breeze;

But, as Time turns weathered page,

Beauty brings us to our knees.

Close Proximity

You carry yourself so well.

It’s as if you know that your dignity is worth holding up,


thrusting at the light.

Your bloodied veins still show, of course –

but when you allow the sun to strike its bargain,

they glow with compassion

and character seeps from their startled cuts.

I stand green with envy,

hoping that if I remain in close proximity,

your rainbow tints will charge my flesh

with Life,

and my heart will pound with this startling infusion,

this glorious brilliance of hue,

and perhaps someone will see that

I am beautiful, too…