Flowering Future

Wint'r white

Dandelion whisks,

Dips in hovering haze.

Fuzzed up future furled for her but

Wind'll guide.

Basement--

Buried bones breathe.

No candle awake, still

Fireflies flutter, hide, guard future.

Feel faith.

Wrapped stones,

Unveil swiftly.

Trip, plummet--but get up.

"You ain't frail or 'fraid," future says,

"Strong 's sword."