Enigma

A flash of lightning
In the darkest night
May seem like nothing
More than vivid light,
For this frequent sight
To some may seem trite;
But over water
Such flashes of light
Fill me with ardor
To free fancy’s might
In symbolic flight —
The better to spite
Those narrow of mind,
Whose thoughts are too tight
And heavily rimed
To be recondite
At the common sight
Of black lakes and light.
To me, a white flash
Reveals the surface
Along with its crash,
So that the lake’s face
Seems veiled in fine lace
Of silversmith’s chase
To hide a great truth,
There in that dark place,
Since Death won’t take ruth
And show his true case
To our mortal race
By doffing from face
This filigreed sheen
Of lightning flash lace
Unless it has been
Supplanted apace
By his blank & base
Enigmatic face.

A Simply Planted Seed

There is a simply planted seed,
Which has spread without my tending,
Springing-up and now extending
Beyond winter’s frosty weeding.
Hope has always been self-seeding —
Re-sprouting in me like a weed.