“Against Gray Skies,” Ensign, Oct. 2000, 7
Would that all my life may be a time
of dignity, edged with humor, with sharing—
like a tree with roots deep and dependable,
able to withstand drought.
Dressed always in whimsy of seasons
from fragile gold-greens of spring
all lacy and laughing,
to shade-maker greens of summer.
Finally my brief span of autumn
allows longed-for color.
Winter limbs will still reach upward,
graceful brush marks
against gray skies.
Even when spring
does not bring back leaves,
empty branches can provide
a perch for nesting birds.