Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:
Fall morning’s footprints
soft shoe choreography
to my heart’s rhythm
Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:
Sunset recipe
Equal parts wonder and awe
Stir gently, then rest.
Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:
Some days morning breaks
Others ease in hushed and slow
A hopeful promise
Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:
I want to rush through
but Poetry makes me slow
down to understand
Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:
Dislocation seems
a small price to discover
better ways forward
Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:
Late day haze shimmers
I never tire of clouds, the
sky’s punctuation
Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:
Sky fire erupting
Sunset’s wonder and glory
Such drama queen clouds
Small signs of hope in the coming apocalypse:
Sun rises through clouds
What’s here now? I ask, dreaming
Wind whispers stories