Peaceful morning

Back at home in my favorite chair, 

Staring out at the morning light 

 Gracing the garden shed 

Framed by the darkening sky, 

The ancient stove, too heavy to move, 

The reflections of the flags, 

Waving in the breeze, 

And the pine cones suspended 

 From the branches of the eagle’s favorite tree,

 I am at peace, 

Ready to begin a new day.

Change is blowing in the wind

A strong wind is blowing, 

The red light is flashing, 

And the machinery for change 

Has been put in motion. 

The gaps are appearing: 

May the truth be made manifest 

 For all who’ve grown addicted 

To the lies and the fear.

Be led by the light

When trapped in fog, follow the light — 

And there will be a light, 

Placed precisely by those who’ve gone before, 

Where there’s the most danger, 

In order to guide you to safety. 

Some days, I think it might be our constitution.

The scents of spring

Someday soon, 

The weather will be dry enough 

For us to mow the lawn, 

But in the meantime we’ll just enjoy 

The gracious plumes of grass, 

The daffodils, the seagull, 

And the gentle scents of spring.

Another perspective

What may look solid, even overwhelming, 

When faced head on 

Might actually prove unsteady and vulnerable 

Viewed from another angle. 

Don’t give up hope:

Try seeking another perspective.

Looking up

I’m so tired of looking and feeling down.

 Let’s look up, even if things aren’t looking up. 

Perhaps in doing so 

We’ll get inspired, and reminded 

That whatever power structures people build, 

Nature can and will surmount them.

Waiting for a ray of hope

This is what we’re looking for, 

Hoping for, waiting for: 

Some ray of light or hope 

 That might illuminate 

And unite enough of us 

That together we’d have the power 

To step back from this dark and shameful path 

We are now being forced to travel.