People Over Politics, World Over Wealth

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Rain on the Horizon ~ Philip Brent Harris

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The last weeks of winter smelled like smoke.
A chipmunk cheeped on the deck, an alarm,
although I could not see any sign of danger.
It dashed away into the densest underbrush.
Moments later, it darted out, scurried to the
fresh birdseed my wife had scattered earlier.
Eek! Dove for cover when the raven landed
upon the fence, hopped to the stone birdbath
for a drink of the clear, cooling water, a bath.

The last weeks of winter looked like showers
and felt damp even under partly-cloudy skies.
Morning streets splashed wetly in the traffic.
Fog broke like a great wave, crawled inland
like a snake slithering into an empty burrow,
filled the available space with its broad girth.
Leaves drifted down slowly, defying gravity
landed in soft pillows, piles of future mush.
In a brimmed-fedora and a poncho, I walked.

The last weeks of winter acted like a bully,
and battered and bruised us like our politics.
We hid at home instead of rushing outside.
Not everyone; we couldn’t all stand harsh
treatment and the battering of winter news
and the weather forecast of coming storms.
But a bully is still a bully in any weather
and, if we must, use Spring or Summer to
light a fire and make life smell like smoke.

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Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,

Unite the World

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Rain on the Horizon ~ Philip Brent Harris