Grandmother Winter

Grandmother

winter

I welcome

your embrace

I’ve longed

to feel your

face

To dance

in the

dark~

fire bright

to rest

not to

fight~

the wisdom

in the dying

of the letting

go~

of the fork

in the road~

which way

to go…

Seasons changing

changing seasons

still the roses

grow

trust your wings

you will know

which way

your wind

blows~

Reflect

as our Mother

rests

there is beauty

in the dying~

letting go

room to grow…

Memories

Memories of the

past

Memories of the

future

making memories

that last

holding on to

sweet memories

letting go of

the painful

ones

Traditions from

a by-gone era

flooding memories

of laughter

around the table

the lights

the sounds

the food

the gifts

the memories…

 

Dear Sun,

I love it

when you rise

rainbow of colors

orange, pink,

blue and white

yellow burning

through with

delight

I stand on your

shoulders

MotherEarth

bare feet

feeling your

beat

breathing deep

I release

thankful

in peace…

Death Warrant.

A GLOBAL PANDEMIC

a raging inferno

a wildfire out of control

DEATH.

YOU

want to open schools.

kids falling ‘behind’

need day care.

I want to LIVE.

There is nothing you can say.

If schools open,

it will be a death warrant

for many.

Not your child hopefully

but your selfish demands

will leave other children

without parents and

grandparents…

I am a TEACHER

my choice,

by choice.

I work for my students

I would die to protect them

and now you want me

to die for them

when I don’t HAVE to.

You are signing a

DEATH WARRANT

for an unknown number.

How is that acceptable?

HOW?