The Sound of Silver

hoarfrosted branch


Silent skies spin silvered dreams,

Unbidden memories split silver seams;

Silver hair crowns ancient head,

Knowledge the treasure, and silver the thread.

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?