In the Grip of Hope

frosty willow sunset

Frost’s bony fingers

Beckon us toward the light,

Remind us of warmth.

Frozen Lava


Frozen lava, heart imprisoned,

Groaning ‘neath its bitter chains.

Winter threatens its extinction,

Freezing hope that dares remain.

Volcanism’s flow resurges,

Only to be petrified;

Magma’s tender chambers stiffen,

lock the gift of warmth inside.


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Even Wilted Flowers Know

rudbeckia cold

Even wilted flowers know

to lift their gaze to Heaven;

even broken blossoms sense

that hope is heart’s best leaven.

Even drooping posies dream

of living ever after;

Even frozen florets feel

the warmth of angels’ laughter.