The Seeker



She searched the halls of castled kings,

parted feathered angel wings,

pondered deep with think-tank Brains,

researched Wall Street’s short-term gains,

cozied up to Heads of State,

sought the rarest foods to plate,

joined the ranks of earth’s elite –

and still, her quest was incomplete

until the day she saw it clear,

frost upon a barren spear.

That quality of strength and grace

she’d hunted for through time and space

was clinging to these simple stems

where trials turned life’s tears to gems;

the Truth – elusive, and unknown

had always sparkled close to home.






War on Winter

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,


war on winter.