Sometimes in the midst
of an overly busy
day, peace thankfully descends.
~
And sometimes that peace
is suddenly shattered by
staccato shooting reports.
Sometimes in the midst
of an overly busy
day, peace thankfully descends.
~
And sometimes that peace
is suddenly shattered by
staccato shooting reports.
As the leaves begin
to change, might we imitate
nature and change too?
~
Is this our time to
wither upon the stem and
fall into winter’s embrace?
How many snowflakes
does it take to warm a kid’s
heart and stop us cold?
~
Here in the Deep South,
bread disappears and hearts warm
days before the first flake flies!
If Spring is around
the corner, what’s this icy
block we’re standing on?
~
Alas, I’m fearing,
this frigid icy mass
is Dogma’s frozen wasteland.