When an angel’s faded feather falls where rainbows arc a winter’s sky
Time shall halo the shadowed halls and drink an olden ocean dry.
There Possibility blooms in velvet petals on ivy vines of prickly thorn
As night dost thresh its dulcet nettles ‘ere the harvest of a misty morn.
And no man shall sniff the Never Rose nor dine upon the ambrosian dish
Whilst dreams surcease their fiery throes over embers of an empty wish
Yet, in hope galore, on stony peaks where wisdom climbs heaven’s bough
An icy chill in parlance speaks to fate forgotten of here and now.
I have long considered myself a poet at heart. But for a county-wide essay contest regarding conservation in the Texas Panhandle, for which I won first prize, and a small number of collaborative works with my brother, Shawn M. Klimek, who is a published writer and poet, I have been previously unpublished. I am the third child of seven, born in Phoenix, Arizona, raised in Texas, served a tour in the US Army in West Germany, worked as a pizza cook and beekeeper's assistant while pursing a college degree, then with a career in California as a county government employee in software development and data management. I am currently retired and residing in the Philippines with my Filipino wife, daughter, and two step-children.