Old Age
A POEM
Accept the wind —
Insanity would fight it now.
It is no angel to be wrestled with.
Accept the wind —
Exalting in the ripping off of color
from the trees.
It deals in stripping and revealing
nakedness.
Accept the wind —
The time has come for seeing
Trunk, and limb, and twig.
Accept it with great joy
Knowing that God appointed sap
To rise again.
You May Also Enjoy
An Apostrophe to Wordsworth’s Period
Wordsworth, thou shouldst be living at
this hour.
England hath need of thee, so hath…
Epithalamion
As puny astronauts set out,
Sheathed in their metal skin,
Exploring vastnesses without,
So do…
On the Trinity
When time was yet unmade nor seasons wrought,
Beginning’s birth unborn and unbegun,
Then God’s…