By Jo Ann Herbert
Still dark morning of a new day …
my organization (and spelling) still lacking, AI interfering, politics corrupting
I can go outside as yesterday and stand under my Viburnum snow ball bush, almost two stories high,
that graces over and surrounds a human, green leaves in attendance, with its soft large balls of tiny white flowers, in my hair, at my feet, now are quietly drifting back down to earth…
as we all must one day.
The butterflies are here! and coming warmth
with hopes for healing of hearts and the birth
of more birds
Today.
