The Beginning of The End

No roses
but a
motionless
sunburst of
Swallowtail
alone in the
road/
Your grave
would
soon be
(at last)
beneath this
promise
of new blooms.

4/26/2023

Without Reservation

This notion of "meekness" is 

actually a yielded will it seems, but we tried to set

ourselves up on our own throne, like the Devil did and

there have been troubles since then. Yet there was one who

yielded all, without reservation, and waits for us to receive 

the transformation He began after that stone was rolled away,

if only we will believe it.

Note to Byron Hoot 4/26/2023

Rain

I remember my poetry teacher Nikki Giovanni in her book Racism 101 wrote about Blacksburg VA as having more rain  yearly than Seattle on average.  It's a good thing I like the rain.  

4/7/2023