Thursday, April 3, 2025

Speaking truth to power


Speaking truth to power 
Can be scary, but essential —
 Especially when done on behalf of others, 
Which, for some reason, is easier for me.
 I’ve had my hand slapped, 
Literally and figuratively, more than once 
By bosses who didn’t appreciate my observations, 
But I don’t regret having spoken.

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Two clouds


There are two clouds on my horizon; 
Thunderclouds, that threaten all they touch;
 Whose shadows cast reflections far and wide, 
Striking fear into the hearts 
Of all who observe their progress. 
What act of nature will it take 
 To defuse their threat, 
Or must I sit here, powerless, 
Awaiting some inevitable destruction?

Tuesday, April 1, 2025

Spring sunset


What is so lovely 
As a sunset in spring, 
With the daffodils glowing 
To echo the sky?

Monday, March 31, 2025

Spring colors


Surrounded by the colors of Spring, 
The artist’s brush responds 
With a resounding yes.

Sunday, March 30, 2025

Rejuvenation


By the time I realize the azaleas are in bloom, 
Their petals are already starting to fall:
There’s nothing I can do to stop the flow of time.
But I trust and remember 
 That the rhodies will be the next to bloom:
I know that nature will rejuvenate.
But how can I trust 
That all these institutions we so carefully created 
Will survive this ruthless pruning?

Saturday, March 29, 2025

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.

Friday, March 28, 2025

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.