NATURE’S POMP (On Turning Fifty)

Go ahead, flaunt your glory. You’ve earned the moment, after all So many months of fallow, Empty bough and pallid hue Aren’t who you are So throw off all constraint – You were meant to be brazen. The long sleep is over; freedom grins And crooks its finger, “Come on!” Creation yearns to celebrate So let your cloistered bounty bloom – This is what you were made for. Your Divine purpose beckons Its splendor is unveiled Like spring in all her glory, It’s your season to rejoice – After all, it’s who you are! G.F.C.

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