Shine on, little one,
though your petals crack
with cold and icy
shivers lick hungry
at your tender throat.
*
Shine on when Arctic
winds whisper white lies,
slanderous icebergs
distorting your image,
warping your purpose.
*
Shine on when frosty
tentacles deaden
pulse, sluggish sap-drips
creeping in dead-end
veins, maze of the damned.
*
Shine on despite cold
that hounds, ferocious
predator alert
for signs of weakness,
patient for the kill.
*
For your name is Light.
Your breath blooms as warm
sunbeams. You were born
to spin straw into
gold; so shine, shine on.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
LOVE the boldness of this poem … spoken with the power of the Light!
Light IS bold! Thanks Heidi!
That’s about how I look like & feel right now with this weather – LOL
Then cheer up – we’re on the home stretch!!
This is really sweet and I love the photo with it.
Thanks so much!
That’s really good … but you do know the coldest part of winter is behind us?
🙂 Yippee!
Shine on, Indeed!
And I think you have just spun straw in to gold 🙂 Shine on, indeed.
🙂 Thank you, friend.
Love this and the hint of Spring I feel between the lines!
It’s coming! One of these days, all that snow will have to bow out, and make way for green. Thanks, Teresa!
“for your name is light”…hope, indeed!
🙂 Thanks, Pam!