Going for Gold


Slammed in the deep-freeze,

put on ice and left to dry;

sapless, hopeless, helpless –

until she encounters

the Lord of the Wood.

All winter,

roots have dug in desperation

and found vein.

Hands and heart have swayed in wind

and leaves have leaked,

discarded rainbow offering,


cast aside

for something more precious.


finds Ore

and as hope oozes,

she’s going for gold…