Froth’s a pleasing tease.

Matters of substance take time 

to digest. What’s Trump’s meal plan?

~

A sop to the right,

totally lacking substance,

is exactly what we have!

When frigid breezes

blow in from the frozen north,

will the swamp ice over?

~

Ice comes and ice goes,

but the swamp remains, lasting

home of swampy things.

If words were enough,

he could have built a stone wall

miles high by now.

~

Already been done-

written walls ’round stone cold hearts-

“Fountainhead” to “Atlas Shrugged”.

There’s more to courage

than expressing indignation

in the face of injustice.

~

The heart of courage –

facing adversity with

dignity and some humor.

If we could only

see beyond our “no’s” perhaps

what we see would change.

~

When the sea change comes,

even the “Party of No”

will know the party’s over.

Let us not sorrow,

even though we would like to.

Instead, let’s walk with Mary.

~

To walk with Mary

we must be ready, like she,

“to dance for the world”.

Time and time again,

we ask “Why me and why now?”,

but never get an answer.

~

 Allusive answers

are often nature’s response

to ill-conceived inquiry.

Patiently waiting

for the people to bestow

a resounding obloquy.

~

The majority

didn’t and don’t support him.

His enablers must go.

For now the White House

is aptly named. Its coldness

tries to pass for purity.

~

Compassionless frost

and ever deepening snow

can not mask its swampy stank.

Winter melody –

that gentle, quiet chiming –

falling sleet on frozen leaf.

~

Meanwhile, inside

joyous song erupts when kids

learn there’s no school tomorrow.