Born Under A Bad Sign (A Libra’s Lament)


I find it quite tedious this epic game of life I play

Ever frustrating are my horoscopic afflictions

My relentless pursuit of such elusive perfection

The quest for symmetry just one of my addictions


I seek harmony in my words, numbers and notes

From dark side to light there must be a connection

Should my expressions be found lacking eloquence

It will surely find me chasing fluency every direction


As boulders and feathers alike, are tossed side to side

Defining my maddening quest for euphonious precision

Seeing the fast train of my sanity come clear of it’s rails

Time and again creative endeavors fall short of my vision


My birthright imagination a blessed gift but also a curse

This eternal chase for synchronicity driven by zodiac sign

Striking the balance between the daylight and the darkness

Forever I will strive to make the stars fall in a straight line


As Libra will be holding the scales firmly in place for me

Winter’s Mistress


Her arrival comes swiftly with the crisp seasonal gusts

Our Queen Mother from the stinging frozen north

Dusting our existence with her wintry blanket of reality

Her falling white magnificence collecting in heavy layers

As if gifted to us from under feathered wings of angels


The undeniable beauty of her presence is astonishing

A vision of bright luminescence we all should aspire to be

To ourselves and to each and every other we see


Her stunning elegance demanding our vigilant contemplation

Harshly awakening us from our ageless frozen slumber

Our hibernation means eyes are closed to a grace unsurpassed

While the snow runs muddy with a multitude of sins


Behold the undeniable majesty of Winter’s icy Mistress

Her frozen glance becomes a moment stopped in time

Providing opportunity for self reflection in mirrors of ice

She carries with her the bitter cold of past experience

While gliding on the promise of new life in the Spring