Smile…

Faint rumblings in the air, the sun still shines, while my guitar gently weeps; while suited men organize their next round of profit taking, and huricanes destroy our certainties, flood waters bring down mounds of mud, and still they deny climate change, while myh guitar gently weeps, passions run over into orgies of war and…

Towards peace.

Darkness broods in this small room, and I read fellow poets pains and know that the sun will shine warm tomorrow as it pops over the mountains with such unexpected grace to bring us all warmth, hope, a smile and the courage to carry on and get to state of sharing smiles and happiness, as…