Green

Where does the green go in winter?
It is a world traveller,
Perpetually on the move,
Caressing this green and blue orb
With its hands each year
To return just as beautiful next year
Sprouting verdant green fronds
Unfolding waxy leaves and
Opening fragrant buds
In it's path

Hot coals

Having walked over hot coals
For less than this
For more than this
It's
Interesting how the mind
Wanders
Trapezes
Over ideas
Idealisms
Intentions and
Inspirations.
How the emotion
Swings
Settles
Then swings again
To arrive
The same,
Similar,
But, singed.