Daffodils & Ice
Morning news, colder than the air that wraps my abode.
Pathetic in false relevancy to anything real.
Bloviators.
Leaders.
Foolish spawns fat on toxic waste spewed from golden towers
thick in greed and power.
Painted Lady, Frayed & Worn
I am much like you.
I’m a gadabout
dressed in threadbare wings
still fluttering from
flower to flower…
Words that Sear — Walk Away
While a conveyor of human kindness prevails, there are those who fall prey to a provocateur with a whip that cracks through […]
