The Colors of Spring
The flowers have recently told
Spring’s new (or else winter is old),
But just to be clear
The pollen’s now here:
Midas’s touched, and everything’s gold.

The Sting
“Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my redeemer.” (Psalm 19:14)
There’s certain salvation in wit—
Not much, now, I’ll have to admit.
Sarcasm’s poor fare,
Though sweet to prepare,
And bankrupts as joy’s counterfeit.