Spring arrives regardless of a dead-dry drought
Even as gusty winds ignite imposing flames.
April only knows to bring hope into our world.
But why –
Heaven comes in the scent of pink jasmine
while hell is in the shape of war I can’t reach.
But why –
Trees sprout honeydew-colored leaves as
unwitting humans cease to see spring again.
But why –
Sitting on a warm patio with abundant Fuchsia
as male dictators slither in cold blood power.
But why –
Birds building intricate nests with purity
when our earth cries in agony but isn’t heard.
But why –
I am as bereft as a broken-stemmed bud
We live on a ruptured, barnacled ship moving
toward black waters; spring’s light seems unjust.
But why –
~Valerie Anne Burns
(Poem dedicated to our troubling times)
I stand with Mother-Earth
I stand with Ukraine and Against All Tyranny
Stay strong and stand-up for what's right.
Keep on swimming through life,
Valerie Anne
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