Peace and solitude nestled near a neighbor’s door. Mourning dove moments we crave under the eaves. Nesting. Perfectly prescribed for the first day of spring.
Peace and solitude nestled near a neighbor’s door. Mourning dove moments we crave under the eaves. Nesting. Perfectly prescribed for the first day of spring.
Retreat from impending pandemics, pundit prognostications and presidential prattle. Play in the garden. Greet the grace of nature. Gaze at gliding coyotes and giant cardons. Grant Sunday succulents a proper home. Gather and savor southern-facing light. Stand tall and shine in the darkness. Apply aloe. Ease the pain. March on.
So many prickly problems … so many souls in pain.
So many sleepless nights … so many losses in vain.
So many fallen tears … so many wasted years.
So many bodies bleeding … so much ghastly grieving.
So much defiant distraction … so much compliant inaction.
So much to do for the many … so few who are willing to do.
So much for the sake of our children … if we don’t see it through.