Full of Sap
Psalm 92:14
Full of sap
and very green.
Green.
Green as grass, as leaves
of lilies poking through
green ferns, fairy fresh
and aspen shimmering,
quaking with life,
celebrating.
Lupine spears
spiking the sky,
blue bonnets held high,
yet still green.
Like cedars proudly tall
minding not at all,
lower needles browning,
falling,
seeds sheltering
new life,
full of sap
and very green,
fruit bearing into old age.
Still.
And still green.
The Attic of My Mind
The many-gabled attic of my mind
is hiding cobwebbed thoughts from days gone by.
At times I search for hours and fail to find
a loved one’s name, or why we said goodbye.
Despair might draw me down and hold me fast.
Shall I lose myself in bewilderment?
With long years left, will my good senses last?
Or will I fade and become insentient?
No, I believe my wits will quite suffice.
I know enough. More words would but confuse.
To be at peace I heed my own advice
and soothe myself, all anxious fears refuse.
So I intend henceforth to take great pains
to celebrate each day with what remains.
