still
implausibly, exquisitely
still
en pointe
a vivified Michelangelo
poised, erect
ineffably elegant and
still
en pointe
a golden vision
descending the stair
gliding, floating
utterly entrancing
ever advancing but
still
en pointe
alongside her prince
commanding the stage
as time and space stand
still
still
wondrously, breathtakingly
still
Month most maligned
Caught between seasons
Neither winter nor spring
Lacking the best of either
Displaying the worst of both
Or perhaps that is its glory
Being not one thing or the other
But itself, juncture of memory and promise
Consecrating cherished experience
Anticipating unfolding beauties
Being seventy is like March
Caught between seasons
Neither young nor old
Expecting to do what body refuses
Resisting the repose from which mind recoils
Or perhaps that is its glory
Being not one thing or the other
But itself, juncture of memory and promise
Consecrating cherished experience
Anticipating unfolding beauties