What a sunrise day!
Diffusion of the gray.
gathering now due
for royal review.
holding high every banner
and soaring color of experience,
all pushing for
unfurling finally highest hopes,
waving widely all known noble dreams.
Such gung-ho intent so
Last dust of old
allegiances is blown
Would that all my life may be a time
of dignity, edged with humor, with sharing—
like a tree with roots deep and dependable,
able to withstand drought.
Dressed always in whimsy of seasons
from fragile gold-greens of spring
all lacy and laughing,
to shade-maker greens of summer.
Finally my brief span of autumn
allows longed-for color.
Winter limbs will still reach upward,
graceful brush marks
against gray skies.
Even when spring
does not bring back leaves,
empty branches can provide
a perch for nesting birds.