What was thrown away
Has burst forth with brilliant life
To give joy and hope.
What was thrown away
Has burst forth with brilliant life
To give joy and hope.
Long hours, many months
Unpaid to rebuild justice
In a hard nation.
Voting day sunrise
Warms our working together
As we hope for good.
Waiting to inhale.
Hours and days tick slowly;
Corner bending sight.
In Winter I know
Hope stays buried in cold wind:
But daffodils bud.
Waiting to exhale
Because it’s harder to breathe
When turning fifty.
Sierra snowstorm
Hides hope beyond the whiteout
While I dream of Spring.
Slowly silently
One foot trudges the other
Must be light ahead