Unlikely Rays

bright sunflower

 

Golden hair is her halo –

lion’s mane, courage sprouting

from a heart enriched by dark

seeds sown on dark days in soil

black as pitch. Unlikely rays,

these; conceived where the sun won’t

shine, unwanted pregnancy

buried before birth, daring

to cling to more than it was

cracked up to be. Only Life

can mimic sunshine itself,

replicate such unbridled

nuclear energy, turn

the switch that kills Death dead,

lighting the way for us all.

 

A Winter Antithesis

snowbank

Frozen-up liquid,

glittering dark,

substantial nothing,

Siberian spark.

Visible phantom,

terrible boon,

sugar-free candy,

desert-less dune.