which came first,
the clouds dropping water
upon the ground,
or the ground water evaporating
into clouds?
did it start out as a fog,
neither of the clouds
nor of the ground?
perhaps it began as ice…
or frost…
however the magic began,
I am glad
for the way it dances
and quenches our thirst for life.
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge: Magic
“On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”
~ H. L. Mencken (1880-1956)
As yet I cannot comprehend
the ills that have been ordained,
nor how they came to be,
nor how anyone justifies these creeds.
As yet I cannot see a way
to fight these ills that threaten me,
that threaten us,
and our children
and their children,
and this innocent Earth
with the bounty she so selflessly shares
while we systematically poison her.
As yet I cannot rightly communicate
my utter, utter dismay.
So for today
as I struggle to comprehend,
as I struggle for words,
as I struggle to fathom a response,
I will honor my speechlessness
and I will weep.
ONE
osprey standing proud
wind-ruffled feathers
sharp beak, sharp talons
sharp eyes watch for prey
owning this river
TWO
most call you a weed
I see a flower
most would destroy you
I pick your seed head
make a wish and blow
THREE
I wish I could feel
the stories you’ve lived
touch your rough ridges
ascertain your truths
splinters withstanding
FOUR
february lull
deserted branches
streets stripped of traffic
evergreen signals
drive us into spring
FIVE
skating on thin ice
isn’t as dire as
it’s cracked up to be
if the ice holds, it’s
icing on the cake
The Daily Post Discover Challenge: Numbers
last defiant leaf clings to summer memories falls prey to autumn
rooted in chaos ordered with complexity nature’s enigma
The Daily Press Weekly photo challenge:
Chaos
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