Fragrance in the air

“Reward the player, not the gambler!”
That’s the rue and cry.
But let sportswriters beware.
The fragrance in the air
is a bit misleading.
A rose that grows in peat
can’t be trusted to stand up straight.
Neither will it last.
It’s a plant that lacks integrity
and it’s easy to see
it’s not the petals
that color the man.
It’s the life
from which his petals stem.
In the end it’s the full flower
that should be judged,
not just the part we think smells sweet.
A rose by any other name
should be equally scrutinized.
He who is wise knows that
prized varieties don’t come cheap.
Their roots go deep.
In Cooperstown (or any town),
an award-winning garden
must be weeded and fenced
lest the beauties on display
simply wilt and fade away.

This first weekend of the new year is a gift to be opened

A weekend at the front end of a new year
is one last Christmas present.
It allows for a running start at a fresh start.
It’s gives us a chance
to dance with a few more lazy days
before we must embrace
a week of work that just won’t wait.
It’s a holiday after a holy day
providing us a just cause
for thoughtful pause
as we contemplate
what’s lies ahead
as well as the ups and downs
of a year now dead.
It’s a time to mourn.
It’s a time to give thanks.
It’s a time to refocus some goals
(and to watch some being kicked on the gridiron).
It’s a time to resolve problems
and resolve to do better.
Better yet, it’s a time to start over
brand new.