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 

blossoms 
waiting 
to be born