When shadowy beasts

feel emboldened to emerge

in broad daylight, they’re rabid.

~

Once we can see them

in all their madness, we can

act whether they’re ours or theirs.

What can each of us

do to form and sustain a

more perfect union?

~

 Let us be honest

to ourselves and each other

and cherish our differences!

Frost covers the earth.

In testament of chaos,

Vinca choose to bloom.

~

A reminder of

global warming or symbol

of hope in these chilly times?

Briefly he rested

before off he went again –

dog park dynamo.

~

A fleeting recharge

is sometimes all someone needs

to keep running ’til nightfall

At long last, respite

from that omnipresent din

chirping misinformation!

~

By din do you mean

the soon to be absent one,

Donald Omnistupid Trump?

They pledged allegiance,

not to their country, but to

a power-loving mad man.

~

One who wipes himself

with the constitution he

swore to protect and defend.

This revolution

against rationality

is heartbreaking to behold.

~

The last refuge of

humiliated tyrants –

incite violence.

Scarcely anyone

can guess what that mad man will

try to get away with next.

~

He’s just hurling dung,

desperate for some to stick,

just like any caged great ape.

It’s hope that drives us

to dig through many layers

revealing what hides inside.

~

Sometimes what we find

fulfills that hope. Sometimes it’s

a truth we weren’t looking for

Wouldn’t  we be blessed

if hearts all over the globe

began to warm too?

~

They, cold-heartedly,

wish their icy demeanor

will reverse global warming?

I remember when,

Even down here in Dixie,

Folk could skate on frozen ponds…

~

 I remember when

 Jimmy, our dog, skated on

Dixie’s thin ice and fell in.

And so it begins,

the first act of the new year.

What part will you play?

~

Since the world’s a stage

and there are no small actors,

pick your roll and play it well.

For seventeen years

she’s harbored the delusion

of an eternal summer.

~

Sometimes illusions

sustain us when it appears

that nothing else can.

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.

Which one starts and when

can be really confusing

so I’ll start; you can finish.

~

 It’s not difficult

to keep the order correct…

and yet, we still, mess it up.

Spreading holiday

cheer requires real effort

this corona year.

~

While spreading Covid,

on the other hand, appears

to occur effortlessly.

Kickin’ hornet’s nests

for neither fun nor profit

ain’t how to run no railroad.

~

If you just want to

distract and create a stir

kicks may be the way to go.

When enlightenment

comes, it is not always welcomed.

Some prefer the dark.

~

Hiding in darkness

makes some people feel secure…

they can’t see doom approaching!

They chase illusions.

One is striving for order;

the other yearns to be free!

~

Chasing illusions

seems to be a uniquely

human specialty.

Couldn’t he do us

one huge favor and just go,

depart, vamoose, leave?

~

Having made his mark,

packs his (not) fake Gucci bags;

shuffles off to Monaco.

Frozen wind blown trees,

still adorned in russet leaves,

shiver in the morning breeze.

~

And we shiver too,

adorned not in russet, true,

sheathed, though, in some brighter hue.