Final Frost

I admire the try
Despite the spotlights and fanfare
All artificial, to date
Nothing like the great outdoors

Next comes the hardening
Hardly a problem at all
No one knows the struggle, then strength
O’ The Seedling

Buoy Back

For so long for certain
It’s been about
Getting up, up, off, off the mat
Jabbing when you must 
Ducking if you need
Floating on your toes
Staying off your heels

Yet now I am certain
This looks like a draw
Or someone’s else’s bout
I’m calling it
Strutting from the ring 
Still on my game
Setting sweet lyrics to the tone of the bell