On the 75th Birthday of GS

from His good graces my deliberate sojourn

is meticulously dappled with things unlooked for,

with prizes not won

the boundaries have fallen in green places

pleasantly appointed with spring dawn like delights,

with blessings unearned

I bow in greeting

her matured branches laced with green

sway, ever so little, graceful, untroubled,

in measured dancing responses to the blusters

although the wind passes through her

I cannot see beyond her, she has made her space

and it is beautiful

befriended, yet taller. the sweet fragrance

laces every inspiration, vanilla and rose weighed

upon all my senses