Poem · January 1, 2014
Spring Flowers
Now I am old and have beenthrough many stages of life.My body's movement is muffled,with its actions curtailed,not reaching many outcomesthat were common.But each new insighthas the freshness of a young plant in springpopping from the ground of an ever fertile present,this very now,the current moment,forever unworn and undiminished in its relevance,as if I were still young and new.