cluster

so pretty the love
that like in clusters,
gathers together
and grows.

this not that

that not this.
this not that.
the ugly world
of tit for tat.
how far how low
have we devolved
spoken,
broken.
nothing solved!

sunflowertall

sunflower tall
her pride within
she has found.

tips

lime green tips
petals vanilla,
leaves.

of worlds

of pretty flowers
so oft
she thought.
of worlds vanished
unconquered,
unmentioned.

four freedom

for freedom we pray
for all oppressed
for all in need
for all distressed
for freedom
from hunger
pain and fear
for a world
of peace
to draw
ever near.

behind soft defense

her wounded heart
such walls surround
behind soft defense.