November’s slipping
Quickly into history,
Leaving, in its wake,
A predictable absence
In the forest canopy
November’s slipping
Quickly into history,
Leaving, in its wake,
A predictable absence
In the forest canopy
In these waning weeks
Winter whimpering softly
Surrenders to Spring
letting go and letting god
i surrender into sleep,
seeking not to guide the dream
yet hoping for some sight unhid
within the inner fallow fields;
some errant blooming volunteer
unplanted by conscious hand
but offering a hopeful gleem
of fuller life upon arising.
Daylight slowly fades
Along with remaining strength
Darkness embraces
Attention, you haves:
Systemic oppression yields
Baltimore’s result!
Attention, have nots: haves’ want
any excuse to
ignore your valid concerns.
Protest without violence!