Sunday, March 17, 2019

This year

This year 

this year as fires wave 
too much silence to find
in the face of implacable 
Mother Earth - garments 
shredding, poets writing, 
as the world searches for 
one or three or any wise 
men or women - a bright 
star to see - as heads 
across this globe are 
bowing under the weight 
of hatred loosed -
this year as fires wave -
sweet rain is gathering 
ready to fall fast and soft
on all fires - freeing 
to be born 


  1. Hopefully all the blossoms ignore us humans completely and get on with their own lives and surviving whilst humans get more determined to trash the Earth.

  2. I am glad you ended with the blossoms waiting to be born. Lovely, Pearl.