Ah, To Age, To Ripen, To Mature
Ah, to age, to ripen, to mature
to grow sated in one’s being
embracing both weed and bud
the royal effete and the undignified.
To observe the nature of the wind
absorb the lessons of the sun
bask in the aura of moonlit mystery
sample the sustenance of spring rains.
To know and yet be teachable
feel yet not grow numb
touch yet leave no mark
see and still believe.
To age, as gnarled perennials,
wrinkled rings to date the times
deep roots, bowed backs
hearts carved in splitting bark.
©6/4/2019
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Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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