Father’s Day, age sixteen
I cut you from the roadside
and mingled your bright orange stars
with lacy queen anne from Grandpa’s field.
I placed you in a blue crock
on the table set with cloth napkins
for my first full course dinner:
southern fried chicken and heavenly ice cream pie.
Your cheer matched my heart’s joy.
June, age twenty-eight
on an impromptu county road walk
with my two sons, one newborn in the stroller
I captured your beauty on film:
swathing roadsides in brilliant color
shouting to the whole world
your orange glory, and I remembered
He is making all things new.