I have to admit
growing old can be full of grit,
but today I choose to bask
in the glory of my morning walk.
First and foremost is the fact
I’m still here and I can walk.
With my ground-sniffing companion, Knox,
I pass Bradford pears bursting with white.
Their scattered petals remind me
I am a bride, married to this land and to this life.
Cardinals, blue jays,and birds whose names
I don’t recall regale me with their song.
As the sun crests the horizon, I prepare
to renew my vows only to be interrupted
by the honking horn of a neighbor’s
teenage son who’s learning to drive –
a moment of glory for him
though much different from mine.
Lovely trip through the tulips of life!!!
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