The ice covered pond
catches the departing moon’s
glow and shivers with delight.
~
Relishing the freeze
of this grim year’s waning nights
even as the days lengthen.
The ice covered pond
catches the departing moon’s
glow and shivers with delight.
~
Relishing the freeze
of this grim year’s waning nights
even as the days lengthen.
Quiet as a tomb.
Like a musty library,
this physician’s waiting room.
~
And all through the room
not a creature was stirring
not even a nurse?
If only congress
had a stimulus package
for Trump’s bankrupt mind.
~
Maybe his packed court
will recall his bankrupt soul
when he demands clemency.
Some people will say
or even do anything
just to cling to relevance.
~
Irrelevantly
relevant seems to be what’s
all the rage these days.
It’s sunny but cold
just like all those senators
who grin and refuse relief.
~
Big sunny smiles
and glowing words of promise
can not disguise icy souls.
On this Boxing Day,
can I count on those I serve
to render me a service?
~
Being served by those
we serve can’t be counted on,
but can be hoped for.
The promised vaccine,
a cherished holiday gift
in the year of Corona.
~
Wise Men delivered
all things politicians can’t;
good tidings, gifts, and good will.
At double arms reach:
it’s how we’ll spend this Christmas
because we love each other.
~
Our hearts reach beyond
our arms and in our hearts we
will hold each other.
He searches, not high
but low, for validation
of his Trump victory show.
~
Rehiring those
he previously fired
now that they’re freshly pardoned.
When “because I can”’
is the order of the day,
the Law abuses Justice.
~
When “how can I help?”
is the order of the day,
the Law serves Justice.