|
To be in full bloom is not always easy:
When at an apex, one has intimations …
Each stage of life is equally precious,
No number of years makes a glance less infectious,
The child unchanging through all perturbations.
Yet … there is that which might make a rose queasy.
So naked the night! So painfully luscious!
Each moment limned by unclouded sensations!
Vicissitudes waiting, felicities breezy,
Each day brings one closer to one's limitations:
Never so perfect a time to perplex us!
All poems: copyright by
Nicholas Gordon
Free scrapbook poems
permission to use
provided by the author. |
