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.