As the snow and ice

melt, we begin to regain

ground inside and out.

~

May the coming thaw

warm those ice cold frozen hearts

indifferent to suffering.

Those most suffering

with “Trump Derangement Syndrome”

are the ones who think him great.

~

Especially when

it’s obvious that he does

not give a hoot about them.

As the sun rises

and the day starts to unfold,

folks and flocks ask to be fed.

~

And as the sun sets,

and day wilts into darkness,

folks and flocks snack before bed.

Sometimes volunteer

work is more time consuming

than… less gainful employments.

~

Sometimes more is less

and, as that old saying goes,

sometimes less is more.

Today that old song,

” When will they ever learn?”, keeps

playing in my mind.

~

Some will never ask

“Where have all the flowers gone.”,

deeming them unimportant.

Ice floes on the James

mirror upstate Christmas scenes

ala Currier and Ives.

~

They may make lovely

images, but it is best

to avoid them at all cost.

The slow and steady

drip of truth may finally

release the cold grip of ICE.

~

Antiseptic truth

is just what cold people need

to cure freezing fascist frost.

A bunch of hot heads

and cold hearts which disturb peace

and unleash terror? That’s ICE.

~

ICE will lose its grip

when the thaw of compassion

permeates our Nation’s soul.