Days of our lives

As every leaf has its own particular hue,
So have days,
Golden or filled with sorrow, falling side by side
To earth.
But when a child plays in those leaves,
They all bring equal joy
To that child’s one day.


The Forerunners of Courage


We are the forerunners of courage
blossoming above the snow
from star-sown fabled ports
we rise into a brave undaunted dawn
sweet with the breath of our bloom
we curl over the greying shores
like pulsating gleams of Light
we fall through cracks of stone