Chilly circumstances, chilly reception,
but your warm thoughts give you away;
emeralds dance where snow dares to tread,
ruby veins declare vibrancy
where Jack Frost staked his claim.
You may be snowed in,
but Jack skates on thin ice.
Your roots find sustenance
at a Greater Source –
deeper than the permafrost,
they seek out Life
that cannot be frozen,
will not be conquered,
dare not give way to
petty passing phases,
the vagaries of sudden snow.
Tapped in,
roots gain access
to thawing thoughts,
melting moments,
warm weather of
inner strength
which allows emeralds to ignite
and rubies to revolt,
declaring
war on winter.
There could be a quiet, meaningful war like this. Beautiful!
Thanks! 🙂
Isn’t “vagaries” just the most fun word ever? I love it so much I think I overuse it. I like this poem, Melody.