I scream out to god
Expecting an echo back
Lonely summer night

Democratic death
The scales of justice lean right
A tattered flag hangs

White Hydrangea blooms
Under the London Plane Tree
Sweet spring morning peace

Blinded by the sun,
So why can't I look away?
Finally - a cloud.

Bottles line the floor
Cheap merlot runs down the wall
Tears run down my face

Dry leaves flutter by
Ugly weeds finally die
Fall morning coffee

Bald cypress leaves droop
Somber caress from spring wind
Geese honk overhead

Support from the soil,
Desire to reach the sun first,
What makes a tree grow?

Eager snowflakes fall
Happily dancing on wind
Melting once they land

Smoke rises like clouds
Ripe leaves, dark as the night sky
Ashes fall like rain

A proud mother's push
Wings spreading to catch the breeze,
a baby grounded

Oh door to nowhere,
How is your handle so worn
Yet you're out of reach

I'm trying to bloom
Water, nutrients, and light
I watch others grow

Is it a swan song?
Plea for help, etched on a bench
Carved into my mind

Sunflowers wave and sway
Bees land to reap their rewards
Pollen finds a new home

Oh fallen wall, you crack and lean yet stand
A piece is lost, a piece is found, you try
To show your prize, but hold an empty hand
You grasp and cling to painful things, but why?
You wear your badge with pride upon your head
You're hurt, yet strongly rooted to the ground
Some broken bones, but still you aren't dead
Suppress your doubts and let those feelings drown
You're meant to stand and guard this land nonstop
No time to think, just stand and don't look back
Yet still you ponder if you're just a prop
And if they come will you withstand attack?
And now you brace as men draw near with swords
They climb right through, ignoring your awards