Resilient Genes

The frosts have come,

their task complete;

botanic carnage

at fall’s feet,

but you retain

your bright green glow –

how  is it done?

I need to know

why some survive

the holocaust,

and others drop

when all seems lost.

Have you a secret

coping means?

Or do you have

resilient genes?

Harvest Moon

Harvest moon, you nod and wink

at farmers working hard below

to gather in what’s on the brink

of being smothered by the snow.

What insects we must look to you,

who wisely rule the sky above;

remind our hearts that earthly views

are trumped by those whose rays are love.