Of tweeting the truth

he’s constitutionally

unable, or so it seems.

~

If he’d take to heart

the preamble, maybe he’d

strengthen his constitution.

Row after row of

freshly planted corn – rural

testament of faith.

~

Along comes a flood,

fueled by warming climate,

and faith is all that remains.

Some rites of passage

are to be celebrated,

others just endured.

~

It depends on where

you stand. Are you a witness

or participant?

If easy does it,

why do we continue to

make it really hard?

~

Most folk devalue

what they come by easily;

choosing labor over faith.

The ways we choose to

commemorate our fallen,

speak to what we hold most dear.

~

A fitting way to

honor their sacrifice is

to live lives worthy of it.

When the gardener

becomes completely unhinged,

Who will manage the vermin?

~

Nature has a way

of bypassing gardeners

as all rampant weeds know well.

When a president

rages in the rose garden,

do skies darken in Kansas?

~

Stormy visages

and incoherent bluster

won’t dim his faithful’s luster.

When will we react

to slowly increasing heat?

Are we not smarter than frogs

~

All creation took

a poll and they decided,

at this moment, no.

He hands out pyrite

in seeming oblivion

that his glitter has no gold.

~

Who’s fooled by fool’s gold –

the one who passes it out

or the ones who grab a load?

Why do we hurry

through our days when the sun, moon,

and stars keep a steady pace?

~

Perhaps we rebel

against time’s stately pace from

our ephemeral fears?